The way he describes it reminds Jaenelle of the way Uncle Saetan had described using his jewels and since he's the only one she knows that wears the black besides Daemon, he's a good comparison to make.

But that's neither here nor there.

She tries again, this time feeling herself go down to the level of the black and pulling that power up, wearing it the way she's meant to wear it, and lets it become an extension of herself. As she does, fairy lights show up on the hedges, little twinkling things with different colors and designs.

"I did it!" she says, clapping her hands quickly. "It worked, thank you!"