[ It's said with a look, a little disparaging, but there's no true venom. With no gesture, or visible effort on her part, the ball immediately rolls backwards, out of the lane and towards them, stopping gently at her feet. She bends to retrieve the ball, setting it in her lap.
Once more, she looks around the lane for anyone watching them. Still no sign of that guy... she takes a breath, turning to focus on Jaime again. ]
Not real telekinesis. Here... [ The answer emerges as a small, glowing bead of light, no bigger than a golf ball. It's a translucent red — a shade that should be becoming familiar to him by now. ] ... This is my "shield."
[ As he watches, the little bead swells in size, doubling, quartering, in pulses as steady as a dimming switch. Even if Jaime doesn't remember seeing her shield, Khaji certainly will — it looks just like the one she used at that awful Swear-In, all those years ago, when he first spoke to her. Just in miniature. When she speaks, her voice is quiet. ]
It's something I have because of the Dragon's Mark. We all have it. Naturally, this power will come to life on its own if I'm in danger, or the people around me are. I don't have to know about the danger at all; I don't even have to be awake.
[ She doesn't say how it drains her; she sure as hell doesn't mention the reflective transference, that it might protect her from injury, but that she's still aware of the damage it takes. That the stress of maintaining it could be what knocks her unconscious, or worse.
Instead, she touches his wrist, gloved fingers guiding his hand upward. ]
But when I left that world, I was young, and the place I was brought to was very dangerous. I thought... sometimes, that wouldn't be enough. So, I learned how I could control it. To summon it, whenever I wanted... to send it away from me, when I needed to... to change it...
[ As she says this, the light, intangible, passes through the flesh of his palm and out the other side, and back. At most, there is heat, like a flashlight pressed to the skin, and the tingle of magical energy not quite like fire. When it presses to his hand the next time, it's a solid mass; something his fingers can curl around and hold. It's warm to the touch. ]
I can move it pretty fast, too, even between all these states. [ Her arms fold together, left arm over right.
Her voice gets softer. ]
There's... only one person, I ever had to hurt that way. ... [ ... ] ... Mostly I just use it to unlock doors, or lift stuff that's too heavy for me.
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[ It's said with a look, a little disparaging, but there's no true venom. With no gesture, or visible effort on her part, the ball immediately rolls backwards, out of the lane and towards them, stopping gently at her feet. She bends to retrieve the ball, setting it in her lap.
Once more, she looks around the lane for anyone watching them. Still no sign of that guy... she takes a breath, turning to focus on Jaime again. ]
Not real telekinesis. Here... [ The answer emerges as a small, glowing bead of light, no bigger than a golf ball. It's a translucent red — a shade that should be becoming familiar to him by now. ] ... This is my "shield."
[ As he watches, the little bead swells in size, doubling, quartering, in pulses as steady as a dimming switch. Even if Jaime doesn't remember seeing her shield, Khaji certainly will — it looks just like the one she used at that awful Swear-In, all those years ago, when he first spoke to her. Just in miniature. When she speaks, her voice is quiet. ]
It's something I have because of the Dragon's Mark. We all have it. Naturally, this power will come to life on its own if I'm in danger, or the people around me are. I don't have to know about the danger at all; I don't even have to be awake.
[ She doesn't say how it drains her; she sure as hell doesn't mention the reflective transference, that it might protect her from injury, but that she's still aware of the damage it takes. That the stress of maintaining it could be what knocks her unconscious, or worse.
Instead, she touches his wrist, gloved fingers guiding his hand upward. ]
But when I left that world, I was young, and the place I was brought to was very dangerous. I thought... sometimes, that wouldn't be enough. So, I learned how I could control it. To summon it, whenever I wanted... to send it away from me, when I needed to... to change it...
[ As she says this, the light, intangible, passes through the flesh of his palm and out the other side, and back. At most, there is heat, like a flashlight pressed to the skin, and the tingle of magical energy not quite like fire. When it presses to his hand the next time, it's a solid mass; something his fingers can curl around and hold. It's warm to the touch. ]
I can move it pretty fast, too, even between all these states. [ Her arms fold together, left arm over right.
Her voice gets softer. ]
There's... only one person, I ever had to hurt that way. ... [ ... ] ... Mostly I just use it to unlock doors, or lift stuff that's too heavy for me.
And cheat at bowling, I guess.