Throwing lots of little things, mh? Well, would you look at this: the hermit seems very hintent on carelessly draping the library with a very special kind of texture. The myriad colors erupt from the parchments they're rolled into like pathways spreading across the floor between the massive shelves, intricately woven patterns of power that should feel more than a bit familiar to the librarian herself. "A suitable use for these sutras of Myourenji's. Don't you agree, Lady Patchouli?"
The mage gaped in wonder as the glowing colors filled her library. As she watched, more sutras spread to form paths in the air above the floor, both between and over the shelves. Still more spilled down from the walls.
When they had spread, the parchment itself vanished, leaving only the patterns that bathed the library in colored light.
"Most suitable indeed, Lady Seiga. Most beautiful, too, though not as beautiful as the one who employed them."
She snapped her finger, and the candles, lamps and floating balls of light providing the Voile's illumination went out, leaving the sutras as the only source of light and making their glow still brighter.
"Come," she said, taking the crook of the hermit's arm in her own. "Let us go for a walk in this light show you've given me."
