It was a different sort of magic from what she herself could wield, but it was magic all the same. There was something about the lights and the snow, the general atmosphere of the world, that seemed to remind one of hope and joy. Cassandra was not religious, not even really what some might call spiritual. But, she believed in miracles.
Even if she had no intentions of ever just waiting around for one to find her.
This, the winter scene lit by twinkling lights, music on the crisp air, this was a tiny piece of miraculous. Walking arm in arm with her father, it had been almost like being a kid again. She'd even left her hair down to fall in loose curls, free of the usual confines she forced it into while working. Her sapphire velvet cloak was spelled to keep her warm, but that didn't prevent her from accepting the hot cider when her father got one for each of them.
By the time he left her on her own as he moved to speak with some old friends, she was rosy cheeked and smiling, happy to walk alone, speaking to friends as they passed. The only thing that would have made it a more perfect moment was if she could have been astride Croi Dhu, riding through the trees.