"I did it." Snow felt a little shell-shocked. I mean, it had taken some effort, but Grenarin had implied that it would be very difficult.
"Yes." Grenarin agreed. He looked concerned. "Yes, you did. Very quickly. Are you sure you have no previous experience with magic?"
"Not with working it."
Grenarin hummed softly in thought. "I see. That went far more quickly than I thought. I think perhaps we are ready to try this on a creature?" His tone was cautious, as if he weren't sure how she would react.
"Oh. Okay. That was fast."
Grenarin blew out the candle – Snow could barely see that any of it had been melted – and left the room. "It most certainly was."
Grenarin strode across the lawn. Snow wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for. Surely if he wanted to catch a mouse or something he should slow down and look at the ground? But he didn't slow, and instead marched directly out into the forest. After a few minutes of walking straight forward, he paused, and turned toward Snow.
He spoke very softly, "There is a group of deer up ahead. We probably need to get a bit closer for you to affect them, and for that we need to be very quiet. That dress stands out dramatically, this should help." he stopped and smoothly wove light and magic between his hands, and then gently spread and wrapped it around her, it settled around her dress like a light coat, deepening her dress as it took on the general hue of the surroundings, seeming to take on shifting shades of green and brown, dancing across her dress like the sun filtering through the trees. It was enchantingly beautiful.
Grenarin continued, at an angle to his previous path, and this time without even the sound of a footfall. Snow followed him, trying to replicate the stillness and quiet he exuded. She had a feeling it wasn't really working, but at least managed not to break any branches.
After perhaps another minute of walking, the promised deer came into view, and Grenarin seemed to slide sideways behind a large bush, ducking down out of sight. Snow followed, considerably less gracefully, but without any major mishaps.
Snow looked questioningly at Grenarin. In response, he raised his eyebrows and gestured expectantly at the deer.