[She's still staring at her hand when Demyx claps her on the back, and she stumbles forward a step. Hesitantly, she smiles.
She hadn't expected that. She definitely hadn't expected it to be a real, physical thing, summoned with the force to really cut. Magic was supposed to be crystals, cheap black velvet and cold reading patter. Magic wasn't supposed to be something real and tangible. But there it was, and there's the bottle sliced in two on the ground.
And there was that thought. The light....
She flinches away from the mental image, senselessly repulsed, and glances up at Demyx.]
I don't think I can beat that. All right, I think we can call it a day.
[She's done it once. Now she knows.
Maybe with some practice, she'll even be able to do it again.]
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She hadn't expected that. She definitely hadn't expected it to be a real, physical thing, summoned with the force to really cut. Magic was supposed to be crystals, cheap black velvet and cold reading patter. Magic wasn't supposed to be something real and tangible. But there it was, and there's the bottle sliced in two on the ground.
And there was that thought. The light....
She flinches away from the mental image, senselessly repulsed, and glances up at Demyx.]
I don't think I can beat that. All right, I think we can call it a day.
[She's done it once. Now she knows.
Maybe with some practice, she'll even be able to do it again.]