Such a vortex was brief and very violent. The idea that Pinkie Bell might have something akin to that in her barn, possibly a somehow stable or perpetual magical vortex, deeply worried me.
“What am I looking at?”
It was small, geometrically shaped with surfaces that seemed to twist through each other. The whole thing was the size of a bushel of apples, and swirled with sickly mesmerizing colors.
I could feel it drawing me in. I was losing myself in it. It took physical effort to pull myself away from the thing. Casting my gaze about, I found a safe. The rest of the barn was almost completely barren. I slipped over to it and began to ply the one trade I had which seemed truly unique.
I was thinking about it earlier. I always thought the balefire bomb was more colorful than just green. Because, in the same chapter, Littlepip describes that one enger wagon explosion as a “cascade of colors”. Also the fact that the lights coming from Pinkie Bell’s barn reminded her of that explosion. I could be wrong, but it’s how I believed it was so far.
But it could be green too, since is a zebra weapon.
so that is how the balefire looks, i magined it green tho
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