CHARM (Light Painting)
Dalton let out a cheered laugh at her insistence as they turned into his driveway, flanked by greenery and a sort of organised front garden that was maintained, but in the sort of way that was more natural than manicured lawns and square hedges. There were some of that ilk around, but Dalton had rather liked the place for the way the garden looked more natural than groomed.
“Well, if my audience demands,” he said with good humour, extending his left arm to look at his watch, as his right hand passed over the timepiece. Light bloomed under his palm, and he turned it upwards to show her what he’d produced. “But the evening is early enough for you to get your fill before the end.”
In his palm, a golden circle floated just above it, with detailing filling in the shape as they watched. Lines of light, delicate and thin, following the curves and lines of the timepiece's face. Numbers, hands, and dial reproduced in delicate lines of light. It still moved, telling time, the second hand ticking the fastest on the dial.