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Her hands were shaking from the process, but she kept her hands on the wall, knowing that something was happening, but not wanting to break her...
He met her gaze, tilting his head curiously. "I told you," he said simply. "Because I think you have potential."
Her shoulders relaxed, and she tilted her head, more fascinated and curious than afraid now, her fingers curling slightly against the stone.
"You got a focused direction," he said thoughtfully, summoning a fireball in his hand. "But not a sustained blow. Watch me for a second." He...
She opened her eyes, squinting over at him for a moment before closing them again. "Okay. Adrenaline. Okay." She began to do what he said,...
It surged forward, and although it was on target, it evaporated into smoke as soon as it hit him. He blinked, considering this. "Huh. Okay....
She frowned, keeping her eyes closed. “My... energy?”
“Having that sense that you feel there? That’s the first step. Keep that poise. Imagine your head is on a hanger and the rest of your body just...
She looked confused but nodded, frowning. "Okay. It’s... a little bit rough. It’s old; the stone isn’t polished, but it might have been once....
She would feel a sense of relief washing over her; the tenderness in her stomach unraveled a little as this pathway straightened.
She sighed before complying, closing her eyes.
He reached out and his fingers gently adjusted her hand position, straightening out the lines and relaxing her tension. "There. Feel that?" He...
She hesitated before doing the same thing he was doing. "Do I need to close my eyes?"
"Good," he said slowly, coming over to her and squinting at her hand. "Do you mind if I adjust you for a moment?"
“That’s just my face,” she protested, folding her arms.
“I want you to summon just one claw for now, okay? Just one.”
“Yes,” she insisted, frowning at him. “I’m relaxed. See?”
“Emotions are tangible, Cal,” he said with a shrug. “You can keep them and expend them just like anything else. We’ll work on it.”
She sighed a little, her face returning to its naturally worried state. “...okay.”
“Yes, you can,” Ben insisted. The claws replaced the gear and the spyglass returned to life, setting down the telescope and the fury drained away...
