I've always thought of light as something unchanging. [Sure its qualities change depending on the time of the day but she'd never imagined being able to manipulate it with just a thought. It's an odd feeling though she doesn't get to dwell on it much with just walking through flood water and trying to keep her footing so she doesn't slip. But a thought that does come to her as she leans up and blows out the umbrella, watching it dissipate into a cloud of sparkles, is that she does want to practice this.
This, she thinks, is power unbeholden to anyone.]
It was a wonderful excursion, I learned a lot. Thank you for taking me. [And of course she's planning already what she can do to thank him for this. Maybe she could borrow the kitchen and make some simple sweets?]
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This, she thinks, is power unbeholden to anyone.]
It was a wonderful excursion, I learned a lot. Thank you for taking me. [And of course she's planning already what she can do to thank him for this. Maybe she could borrow the kitchen and make some simple sweets?]