[ Her eyes go so wide they're half of her head for a few moments. She does remember hearing something about people having new magic, but it still didn't sink into her mind that she could have it. Her magic had never really been hers, always an extension of the pendant and Drosselmeyer's will. She loved being Princess Tutu but it wasn't her in the end.
This was with her own hands. She looks at the pitcher, setting it down, and then stares at her hands. Wiggling her fingers. Ahiru glances up at him as if she's entirely forgotten that they were fighting, because she does that sometimes. ]
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This was with her own hands. She looks at the pitcher, setting it down, and then stares at her hands. Wiggling her fingers. Ahiru glances up at him as if she's entirely forgotten that they were fighting, because she does that sometimes. ]
I have magic? Real magic?