"I like that. It's almost like spheres." She looked up from where she'd been letting the Shadow bat at her hair. "In Spira, there were these things - made from water, but solid. We could record memories onto them, and they'd stay preserved forever. With the right viewer, you could blow them up so large that it would feel like you were inside them." She smiled a little half-smile that was warmer than most of her facial features. "I'm trying to find a few for a wedding present. Skwisgaar likes magic, you see."
She looked down at the shadow, and sighed. "But it must be nice to communicate like that. Words are so easy to hide behind. I've always tried to speak plainly, but people so seldom do." She scritched the Shadow again before motioning to her shoulder. "If you'd like to climb up, I'll cast the biggest spell I can."
Ultima was so large that she often had to be careful. She made sure she had enough room to cast it before raising her arms above her head. The last thing she wanted to do was to explode something too close to Remy. When she started to cast the spell, everything around her and Remy went pitch black. She could almost hear the spell more than anything, something that she was sure sounded mad. Her eyes were closed tightly, but as she drew her arms down, she opened them. Something sparkled in the darkness over her head, a few feet away, and the sparkles grew in size and power. She was careful with her placement so that the blast would move away from her and Remy. After a few moments, the sparkles had moved so that they were shining and large. She moved her hands to release them, and smirked when they exploded, sending trees and animals and water scattering in a radius the size of a modest home.