[ Carefully, Astarion passes Matt the mug he's holding, then taking a step back — out of a sense of showmanship more than anything else, really, considering that it's hardly as though he's about to conjure an explosion out of thin air. The spell itself takes only a second: Astarion draws his hands through the air as a blue light begins to shimmer around him, and then, when he draws them together, he — and the light — abruptly disappear, as though he'd never been there at all. There's only the slight compression of the grass where his feet used to be to suggest his presence, an indication that it really is invisibility as opposed to spiriting himself away entirely.
Still, there's no reflection, either — just an empty space where he used to be. ]
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[ Carefully, Astarion passes Matt the mug he's holding, then taking a step back — out of a sense of showmanship more than anything else, really, considering that it's hardly as though he's about to conjure an explosion out of thin air. The spell itself takes only a second: Astarion draws his hands through the air as a blue light begins to shimmer around him, and then, when he draws them together, he — and the light — abruptly disappear, as though he'd never been there at all. There's only the slight compression of the grass where his feet used to be to suggest his presence, an indication that it really is invisibility as opposed to spiriting himself away entirely.
Still, there's no reflection, either — just an empty space where he used to be. ]