"I'll take that as a yes." Silverwing looked long and hard at her Mindscape reflection, taking mental note of every clue she could find about her fully developed apex form. "This is what I'm supposed to look like at rest. Let's see what I can do when I get serious."
The First Magus slid forward one centimeter at a time, studying the changes in her mirror image's expression. When the mirror image's scorn turned into anger, her six elemental wings became burning jets of elemental energy.
When anger turned into fury, instead, the apex form's snowy skin turned emerald, and jolts of Spirit Magic arched between the body and wings.
Silverwing advanced one last time, and the mirror image charged at her with the fury of a wounded beast. Her body turned into a shifting mass of emerald energy, but her shape and features remained perfectly recognizable.
