"Very inspiring," she said, making a face at him. "Well, then, here goes nothing."
The first chords were deceptively simple, modulating into the Protect sequence - a blue glow, good - and then through a strange series of modulations into something that had to be Haste - ah-ha, red glow, she'd thought that was it - into the relative minor and then the parallel major for Shell - green glow, excellent - and then through another series of chords and runs, each stranger than the last, into the final sequence, effervescent and light, which would hopefully...
A sickly, muddy green - that didn't look right - and Altair's skin became decidedly pale and clammy as the final chord was struck, and she cut off inelegantly, fumbling into her pocket for the small vial she had made sure to bring.