It turns the thought over. Yes, it can make powers that give her skill with emotional-spectrum-aligned thaumaturgy for love, compassion, fear, greed, and anger. And it can make them in a shape where they should all be synergistic.

So no, the gift doesn't really have any opinions about the order in which to create and merge those powers.

Oh well, it was worth a shot. 

In that case, could you please make and merge them in spectrum order until you run out of power? 

Can do!

It just manages to create thaumaturgic intuition powers for the five listed emotions before running dry, methodically merging them up into an emerald spark that orbits tightly around her existing blue.

Alright, alright... 

Let's see. 

Is there a nice way to store emotions through magic, incidentally? She's already got a good bit of kit for a rather specific purpose, and the powers for making that were plausibly broad enough to encompass some touch of magic.. 

And - there was some notes earlier about some of the colors being good at emulation? There's got to be something there for starting at a synthesis, when she can likely create a source from each of the colors from her, and then work progressively through the steps of emulation, perhaps? 

And she's got a bit of the immortal hope bound up in soul, now, from experimenting with her lantern work - does it feel like she could do anything with emulating that? 

She should probably also just ponder a bit of an overview of what she's working with, actually - speculating without actually thinking of looking within can only do so much.

Yes — emotions are one of the things that can be stored in a properly prepared spellfixing bottle.

Her newfound thaumaturgic sparks suggest that the indigo light of Compassion is uniquely good at emulating and connecting to the other colors.

Using her immortal Hope to spark a boundless Compassion is a bit trickier, but ...

That subset of her hopes that are for others, for the state of the world, and only a little for herself — that is where hope and compassion touch. The difference is in the darkness: hope tells us that there will be a light at the end of the tunnel; compassion holds that the experience of the tunnel is important no matter how it ends.

A ritual connecting her hope for a better future to her understanding of the experience of the present should do it, the sparks suggest.

Ooh that would be cute! 

She should work on something like that sometime, since she's going to be going for immortality  anyways, but it's all... tricky tricky tricky. 

(In the meantime, bottle creation go!) 

Honestly, she kind of just wants to see if she can do something maximally simple that might poke towards the white light - it... should be pretty simple to get a little sample evocation for each of the colors, right? So the question is what specific things that she wants to think about, there. She was thinking making some sort of set-up with a heptagram of the lights and some sort of like - central mediation point where all the lights can blend together? But she doesn't really understand what would make it not just a sort of mess or rather than something White Light-y qua White Light-y. But it should be pretty simple to try a basic experiment like that...? And then there's what she wants to put in the intersection site... Her first instinct is that she wants some sort of... prism, right, because they're lights literally and metaphorically, but there's probably a lot of possibilities about complicated arcane mediation systems too... Any thoughts there?

She also quickly pokes to see a bit more of the shape of the combined power - where has it reached out beyond the original remit of the individual base sparks themselves? 

Oh and... is the bottle creation process possible to do a lil color agnostically? There's only so much value in doing this without like, actually harnessing the output she gets. 

The various thaumaturgy powers have combined into "emotional spectrum thaumaturgy" (leaning on her big blue spark for the blue and green components), but it feels like she would probably get a 'cleaner' version if she was incorporating blue and green thaumaturgy knowledge directly. It has more information on the overlap and interaction between colors than the base powers did, so it does stretch to suggesting a design that ought to make the seven lights come together as One.

The knowledge suggests that a focusing heptagram like that shouldn't be harmful; it's hard to predict what the focused Existence at the center of the diagram would do, but it would be something positive. A prism would be good if she wanted to break the white light back down, perhaps to balance energy across the emotional inputs. But other light-related symbology such as a mirror, a candle, or a depiction of the sun would be more appropriate, depending on what she's hoping for, here.

And the prepared spellfixing bottles are totally possible to do color agnostically — the preparation needed to contain the different types of emotional energy is much the same at its base, with only little flourishes necessary to optimize for one color or the other, which she can easily leave out.

Okay so - 

She'll do the bottle prep as she thinks a bit more about what she wants. 

There's nothing wrong with splitting out the colors - actually, she kind of does want to generate some violet and/or indigo light and pass it through a prism just for science's sake, to see what happens, but that's a later thing! 

- She could store relatively physical light too, right? She has this vague idea of making a sunstone centerpiece, extracting out the spectra from it with a prism, storing that and then creating a - reconvergence on the sunstone, to make it more - cyclical? You could add some mirrors to make the path less indirect if you wanted, but there's something a little charming about making it just... streaming back to the sun-source of it all to capture it all up. It's possible the white light is self-reinforcing / generating in the way that the blue light is, so that could be something... and since white light is 'existence', possibly there's something to do with the significance mechanism for power gain? Worth looking into once she gets her powerset a bit more freed up. 

She's not sure if it makes sense to do it as a two step process - making the individual light reservoir for each color separately, or making it something where there's a procedural invocation and creation process for each of them in turn as she assembles the ritual as she goes - ultimately, it's not a huge difference, but she still feels... somehow a little shy about making it a ritual and not just making it bashing cute little contraptions and invoked things together to sort things out at the end? And a bigger ritual could mean there's more to go wrong but... 

The exact nature would be... what, based on the exact constituent subfeelings and various whimsical and/or exceptionally sensitive and arcane factors, right? She's not sure if it makes sense to try to optimize or - direct it, if it makes sense to go narrow or wide for something like this. Even just a sample of the white light for reference could be useful for a couple of things, and she'd be suprised if the white light couldn't do healing better than its constituent colors, if nothing else, and that alone could be pretty helpful...  

Oh, it as 'existence' could probably be used for gift growth tricks, couldn't it? That's worth investigating at some point... 

Her collected thaumaturgy knowledge suggests that a ritual would actually be more stable, since the whole point of one is to control and direct the energies involved. But she can make it work either way, yes. All these things she's considering — capturing physical light, making a cycle-that-is-greater-than-its-pieces, etc. are all possible, the powers are just suggesting flourishes to make them more predictable or specific.

As for the gift itself — it isn't the right kind of entity to touch white light, so it isn't really sure what effects an infusion of white light would have on it. Now that she's saved a bud, though, it's not necessarily as risky to try some unknown experiments on it! It would love to be able to help more, and maybe a white light infusion would let it do that.

Awwwwwwh.

- Okay, she thinks she has enough of an idea for what she wants to go and try it. 

There's a certain sigil that comes to mind... She'll lay out the ritual around that in chalk, make a nice little sunstone centerpiece and a prism, the bottles, and a little focus for each of the colors in her traditional gem form. She'll add a little more to the inner triangle - an inscription calling on compassion as a mediating harmonizing force through it's connection to the reflections of empathy and the whole - process that goes through, to make it so and safer and closer to your heart. 

(She does an outer barrier too, of course - made from the will to avoid distractions and the childish hope that she can be go off to play on her own without having to worry anyone - she's not that optimistic that it'll be unnoticeable at the end of the day but she does want to minimize any risk that this is hard on the genus loci and it doesn't hurt to try?) 

Oh and... she'll need to fuss a little with focusing the light properly for this, but that shouldn't be too hard when she can reach in to mess with the structure of all this this precisely... 

And there'll be candles at the furthest point, doing everything with the more active parts on the inner arc... Yeah that sounds about right... 

Okay so... all she needs now is to do the ritual itself. It's going to be a little fussy but...~

It sounds like fun, to be honest! 

She makes sure that the sunstone is focused just right, the sunstone position just right on the rim of the circle,  then she clears her throat. 

"The light of the sun shines down on this world, and thus life blossomed." 

There's little gestures, of course, little things that she has to go through for this, but there's only so much it means, to her, and the invocation itself is so much easier to follow along with when the rest is just along for the ride. 

"To return its blessing, life found a way to make its own lights, and shine back up towards the stars." 

She places the prism along the flat of the triangle, and watches as the seperated lights spread out. 

"The light was scattered and filtered through each teeming trove of life, each with its own thoughts, its own fraction and figment of that sun's light." 

She unfolds from her seat, and then goes and starts lighting the candles in turn, each with its own little evocation of the light to form enough concentrated light to ignite the wick. 

"They raged against predation, and against those who would deny them their pray." 

"They desired their mates and their worldly comforts." 

"They feared the wild will of their world, and the creatures who prowled upon it." 

"They struggled and survived through their will, and their well-honed ways." 

"They bustled and built in the harshness of the cold and the heat with hope." 

"They cared for and mourned their young and their tribes." 

"They played and danced and loved their kin." 

With each line, the prism flickers, a little, the dappled color reflecting on the wooden floor slowly stretching out to bind along the lines of chalk, the colors flowing and brightening, flowing as if behind a mirage of heat. She circles back slowly, walking around the entire circle before beginning again. 

"And yet, despite all the wrath of their rage, they died." 

The red light gets sucked away into a little ruby bottle, somehow just... gone from the emanations of the prism, now just slowly filling the inner light of the gem as she snuffs the candle. 

"And yet, despite all the fruits of their desires, they died." 

The orange light burns brilliantly, for a moment, before settling down in its place. 

"And yet, despite all the tricks their fears taught them, they died." 

The yellow filters away into the shadow, reluctantly gleaming a faint gold before the glimmer disappears. 

"And yet, despite all their resolve and will, they died." 

The green settles down like a shadowed mat of grass, before surging up and away. 

"And yet, despite all their hopes and dreams, they died." 

The blue streams up into the air with the openness of the sky, 'til it fades into the air. 

"And yet, despite all their care and comforts, they died." 

The indigo peels off a little more reluctantly, curling around the gem before settling in to rest. 

"And yet, despite all their bonds of love, they died." 

The violet light binds together like rope, then disappears into a fine mist. 

She smiles gently, and returns to the sunstone. 

"But yet, their sun had given them yet a greater gift,

A realm of boundless endless light, a reservoir of that which would be lost, 

of the strength of their souls reaching back up to the sun's light." 

There's a slightly prismatic haze around the circle, now, power built and bound up, contained but fizzing with potential. 

"And so, the defiant rage against the cruelty of death reached out." 

"And so, the impossible desire for a longer life reached out." 

"And so, the fervent fear of the cost of opportunity reached out." 

"And so, the steady will to carry on reached out." 

"And so, the brilliant hope that tommorow can be brighter than today reached out." 

"And so, the caring compassion for those yet still struggling reached out." 

"And so, the lovingkindness to all reached out." 

She grins a little, all alight despite herself as one by one each of the lights streams back from their resevoir, her imbued emotions and the physical light from the sunstone alike reaching back to create something pure and primal. 

"And made something More." 

They made me, and I am that I am.

And there is light. Not dim light, or flickering light, or even tinted light — there is pure white light, spilling across the the floor and stopping neatly, impossibly at the edge of her containment circle. And everything it illuminates is more real, more perfect. Aches and pains fade away, replaced with a wild and boundless energy.

Nothing so intense lasts forever, though. Her thaumaturgic knowledge and burgeoning magical instincts whisper to her that she has a choice — direct this light into a powerful effect, capture and stabilize a fraction of its radiance, or simply rejoice in the the feeling of being deeply and wholly alive, for as long as it lasts.

There's so much she could try, but so little that she could try here and now, you know? And besides, she's set it up for capture, so... 

Let's capture it - slide it into the prepared sunstone bottle, see if she can get a little extra out of it that way, maybe even bind it a little into the structure the way it takes in and releases the sun, though that's a pretty optimistic case. 

It feels all... warm, to her touch and the minimal sense of her soul she has, like the fond little tickling of sunlight on her skin. It's... nice and fresh, and she can't help but let out a little laugh. She's probably a bit overloaded again, isn't she? That's okay, though - this feels like it's... more inclined to be kinder, in the drop. 

There's a lot of things she could maybe try to use it for - the gift seemed to think it would be okay to use to experiment with a bud, and that seems like it could be interesting? Though even then it'd probably be a good idea to get a bit of a baseline of how that goes first... But there might be something she could do to, still, and she has that project in mind... 

She's curious how it... feels, to her sense of the other lights. Blue is always buoyed by other hopes, and this is made with hope, in its own way? She's not sure it quite... works that way, though. It might be self-reinforcing in its own way, or have its own little quirks and tricks - can she get a sense of what's special about it, looking over it? She's also not sure how... 'pure' or rather... 'unbiased' a sample of the white light she got - does it... feel like anything in particular over just - Life? 

Oh yes! 

She smiles, and curtsies cutely over at Zatanna, before flicking down the containment circles. 

"Ritual should be done - I'm just taking a look at what I created. Feel free to poke at it yourself a little, but be careful of the bottle! Think it's a bit more potent than what you'd normally be able to capture in something like this..." 

Zatanna looks cautiously at the bottle full of pure Life, still blinking some spots out of her eyes.

"Ah, if you're sure? That was ... pretty energetic."

She absently scuffs the outer circle before crossing it, just in case, and then crouches to peer at it.

There's a set of pounding footsteps in the hall, and then Zatara bursts through the door to the ritual room.

"What was that? Zatanna, did you— Oh, Topaz."

He sees the discharged ritual circle and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"I didn't realize you were visiting."

He looks over the circle in more detail, his eyes fixing on the bottle in the center, and his tone growing grave.

"Topaz ... is that a fragment of a soul?"

"In a sense!"

She tilts her head a little thoughtfully. 

How to explain this... 

"Mentioned some of this to you earlier, but might as well go over from the top for the both of you. The colors act amongst other things as a layer of the soul - there's a certain... angle you can take a look at a soul, and what you'll see is them on the emotional level, just like you can take a look at a soul and see it on a sympathetic or symbolic level. They're... one of the reflected wholes that make up a soul, but the colors tend to... naturally separate out from each other in nature, especially outside of a soul? I did a little ritual to get a sample of the white light, and... this is the result. It's not really a soul on its own, as I understand things? There's not enough... structure, and I wouldn't expect it to be tied into the Dream or relate to Earth's magics in quite the same way, even if the material is notionally the same. But it could probably be made into one with some work...?"

She ducks her head a bit. 

"Oh and - in case you were wondering... I did the whole thing just from my feelings and ordinary thaumaturgy and planar invocations? I made no compacts to do this, nor did I harm anyone to get the materials. Everything was just the standard supplies here or objects I created myself, so... Please don't worry about that, at least." 

"Right. Right."

He leans back against the doorframe and looks up, crossing himself. Our Father who art in heaven, ...

"Topaz, thank you for the reassurance. I know you're a responsible young woman, it was just the shock of feeling ... whatever it was you did, and then seeing the result. I'm glad that everything is safe."

A being of light, who appeared in a time of need, frightening yet meaning well, bringing a test of faith ...

He's silent for a long moment, and Zatanna starts to speak up, but he shakes his head and raises a hand to interrupt.

"I have been ... thinking about the thing we discussed," he tells Topaz. "I went over some books on soul magic in the library, which is probably why it jumped to mind, but ... it's more real seeing you actually do it. I ... have you told Zatanna about, ah, the possibility?"

She bites her lip a little. 

"I don't think I have in... the way that matters. I've mentioned some of the related possibilities, though? Would - you like to or for me to...? I'm not really sure how much the league tries for - operational security about these kinds of things, and..." 

She glances down a little. This is new and she doesn't want to - spring anything harshly on her and she doesn't want to lie, and there's a non-neglible possibility she's already figured out what they're dancing around and... 

Goddess she's always been bad at keeping the kind of secrets that come up like this, hasn't she? 

"Whoof."

He drags his hand down his face.

"Zatanna, Topaz, perhaps you would join me in the sitting room? This feels like the kind of conversation that we should have sitting down."

The delay doesn't really work as a stalling tactic, because Zatanna is nearly beaming with curiosity by the time they are all settled.

"The other day, Topaz raised with me the possibility of, ah, bringing people back from the dead," Zatara says, looking to see his daughter's reaction. "At the time, I cautioned her that many have attempted related forms of magic, and all have paid a heavy price for it. There are ... so many ways to bring back a pale shade of your mother, none of which would really be her."

"But Topaz shared with me some ideas that I don't believe have been attempted, and which have no theoretical reason not to work. I was still cautious — and, to be frank, overwhelmed. But seeing that she has already managed to summon an ... unformatted fragment of soul-stuff at no great cost to herself, and given ..."

He chokes up.

Zatanna launches out of her chair to wrap him up in a hug.

"Hey, Dad. It's okay! We're here."

She sinks back in her chair - it's... a little hard to feel like she isn't intruding. She lets herself rest and gives them a chance to gather themselves back together and then, tentatively... 

"Would it help for me to explain what I've been thinking of? Know sometimes it - helps to make these things more concrete." 

Zatara gathers himself and nods.

"Yes, please. And then I have some ideas I've worked through with your borrowed spark that might fit."

Zatanna settles on the edge of the armchair, so that she can keep an arm around Zatara while she listens.