[It's a faint glow that lasts but a few seconds, and it's not hard to catch a glimpse of the
blond-haired figure standing at its center. Those familiar with Maciel's light dragon Kaata would find the resemblance uncanny- save that he's the sorcerer's height.
There's a glimmer and the light vanishes altogether, and Kaata hops down to the ground beside Maciel, who breathes a sigh as he glances down at the child.]
Did you feel it, Kaata?
[The little one shakes his head, looking a little disappointed. The other dragonlings are nearby, gathering closer now that the light show is done. Naata looks up at Maciel, concernedly.]
Ah- I'm fine, Naata. I guess whatever it was has long faded. But if it's as you say, Kaata, reflected light doesn't usually linger.