It streaks through the air, flying up high enough that the air starts to thin, burning through the sky as it orbits, occasionally twinkling just that little bit brighter as it reaches out to find the soul it's seeking. 

She's thought a lot about what would make a good lantern - so much of her feelings are... tied up in that, and she lives and breathes her work, some days, for all that she's a fan of the joys of a simple soul. And of course, the question gets a lot more complicated, once you start thinking about more than what makes someone a powerful lantern, but a good one - the sort of person who can use that power, and not be unduly warped by it, and leave the world better for it. 

But she does still need to filter for basic compatibility, of course. 

The soul is a complicated thing, and she's never really understood it, for all the time she's put in staring at pages and pages of magic theories. It's so many things at once that it feels like it can't possibly be just one thing you can take a hold of and say "This is the soul, this is it's nature, this is what it means, To Be". But there's certain - patterns, certain ways to look and certain ways to interpret that are easier than others, some that are built into the very structure of this universe, that can guide her search. 

In a moment, hundreds of thousands of souls are discarded from consideration, for simply lacking a functional connection to the violet light of love at all. The patterns to help guide a fix for that are in it's systems, but that's something not lightly done. 

It search broadens, orbiting the earth, trying to find those with the strongest connection, the most loving souls, the souls shaped the most to hear the Predator's call and to shape their lives around their love and loves. 

There's more to it, of course. Some love briefly and brightly, some love sordidly and sadly, some love cruelly and callously, for all that it oft soothes and smooths the soul. She's not looking for someone disposable, someone who doesn't prosper and bloom through the blessings of love, or someone who doesn't have their loves best interests at heart. 

Love should lift you up and make you whole, after all. 

There's also a practical matter - there's many cases of true love that just... aren't a good fit for this power? Someday, she'd love to give her gifts to people who don't have anything special, who don't need anything but their loves, but their passions and affections and the hearth and home, together. But that's not what this is for. 

She made it to look for people who love adventure, who feel a rush of fondness at the thought of getting to show off, of getting to be the big damn hero, of embracing a sometimes shifting team of shining souls to protect those that they love, who have a certain - romanticness, at heart, the range to feel the rush of all the beauty of all the people of the world, and who they can be and who they and their children can become. It doesn't have to be messianic, but there's a certain - accepting grace in the love of people she admires that she can't help but feel is important, somehow. 

Other constraints flit through the circuitry of the ring's pattern, getting a sense of the top few thousand candidates souls through it's dimmer sense of the other colors. 

Do they have enough will to fight in the thick of things? Do they have the hope to prosper, given a chance to build something new? Do they have compassion in their soul, to soften the touch of their grace? Are they in the healthy range of fear - not too paralyzed with anxiety to do anything, and not too unafraid to be invested in making things turn out alright? Do they want enough to reach out of their shell and find more things to love? Even a measure of their rage is taken, to have a sense of what wrath they are willing to give. 

There's a few more criteria, in there, but they're... ones that she feels a little more tentative including, but there's just... so many brilliant lights, so many souls who 'deserve' it, but only so much she can do, on her own. 

She looks for those who by their bonds are unloved and unblessed and empty, who have a hidden strength deep within their soul, and she looks for those who love kindly, and love sweetly, and love cutely. There's so much in love that she cherishes, and that should be told of in song and story, but there's places where it can be... a little smoother, a little more gentle, and a little easier to hold and not let slip through their fingers. 

And... she looks for those who have a form of love they couldn't otherwise express, someone who will be - filled by the love and care woven into the ring, who can perhaps have their lives be so much better with the ability to be safe behind the shield of love, or perhaps who would benefit from the reshaping crystallization can grant. 

And, ever so tentatively, weighted low enough that it shouldn't swing things, in all but the most marginal of cases... 

Someone she, herself, could come to love. 

In time, the candidate is finalized. 

It falls through the night, streaming through the clouds like a falling meteor, and slips swiftly onto the hand of it's target. 

"You have great love in your heart. Welcome to the Violet Lantern Corps."