"It thinks you obliterated the target. Which looked pretty freaking sweet, by the way." Red encouraged. "The formation of crystals is a good sign, I think. Before that last attempt you had to hit the mark several times before it reached a breaking point. Blizzard registers at the standard freezing temperature of zero degrees Celsius and has a more gradual effect than its higher powered cousins. I suspect that had we graduated to Blizzara or Blizzaga, we'd be plucking imbedded bits of necklace out of the dummy right about now."
For curiosity's sake Red would like to get an official reading of the max temperatures exhibited by aforementioned spells of an advanced level. In the meantime she fiddled with a spare bangle and contemplated what inside of it granted access to magic without junctioning. Reworked into the form of, say, a clasp and set to continuously cast Blizzard at a quarter of its usual strength, and boom! Seriously cool (get it? Cool?) bling may well become a reality.
But, she didn't know. Those answers would probably elude her until she consulted Garden's known techies on the subject. An unaccounted for window along her task bar provided much needed distraction before Red lamented too deeply over any personal shortcomings. It would appear that some errant keystroke led to accidentally filming their little excursion in the field. Red hit play and turned the screen around for Rydia to watch herself firing off like the total Black Mage badass that she was. "What do you think? Save this one for Weview?"