[He holds out his hand and reaches into the well of aether within his body. It condenses little by little, until an arrow bursts into being in his hand.]

A little slower than I'd like, but 'tis still significant progress Mayhap an alteration of its weave to use less aether would be a good idea as well.

[He loses himself in thought for a moment, but then quickly shakes shakes his head and dismisses the arrow, dissolving it into thousands of motes of light.

Those sorts of thoughts are for when he's not at a party.]