[ As Ciri relaxes, Alina follows suit. Somehow the scars she wears on her body makes Alina less self-conscious of the one her own tells, antlers weaving in and out of her skin. She sinks too, sliding down, their legs bumping together with the slide but she doesn't flinch away from it. It's nice to be close to someone. ]

Hm? [ That rouses her from her slow fade into the warm water. Fidgeting, she glances to the side wondering how to best answer this question. ] Well it's not really a spell...

[ Aleksander would have been very upset with her for not contesting the term magic at all, but he can take a stick and shove it up his—

Anyway. She shrugs warmly. She isn't going to let thoughts of the Darkling distract her. ]

We call it summoning. Different people have different affinities of what they can call to. Water, wind, fire and... [ She lifts her hand out of the water, letting a small orb of light come together and spin in her palm before smiling and letting it slip back into the air. ] ...light.