It would be difficult, under normal circumstances, to catalog the influx of sensations, but her concept of reality was being rewritten. She noted his praise and her resulting sense of accomplishment. Still, it was nothing compared to the energy coursing through her body, every nerve and cell seeming to participate in their activity. She knew control was essential, but she wouldn't deny herself this sensation.
Themis leaned into the table and the structure she was forming. Even though this exercise was new, her magic felt familiar. She had tasted her power before but had never felt her magic manifest like this. It was beautiful, cool, and clear as a winter morning. It moved without restriction, free and mobile, but the edges were sharp as glass, a warning against frivolous use. The magic flowed, but did so without veering or deviation. "Samuel, it's beautiful." She observed reverently as she gave more of herself to the structure. She felt something alongside her own magic, a strong presence, but it offered no resistance to the magic she channeled. She grinned as she identified Samuel's magic, which differed greatly from what had coursed through her. "You're warm." She mused, resisting the urge to explore further how their magic differed.
She turned her attention back to the copper suspended between them. For a moment, she let the copper dance, melting drops of copper now orbiting the central piece. She narrowed her focus, pulling her attention to the largest of the copper droplets. She imagined, there wasn't another word for her for this, the copper changing. She played with it, allowing the piece to stretch and compress, allowing it to dance before turning her intentions to solidity. "I could lose entire days to this." And she meant it.
Themis leaned into the table and the structure she was forming. Even though this exercise was new, her magic felt familiar. She had tasted her power before but had never felt her magic manifest like this. It was beautiful, cool, and clear as a winter morning. It moved without restriction, free and mobile, but the edges were sharp as glass, a warning against frivolous use. The magic flowed, but did so without veering or deviation. "Samuel, it's beautiful." She observed reverently as she gave more of herself to the structure. She felt something alongside her own magic, a strong presence, but it offered no resistance to the magic she channeled. She grinned as she identified Samuel's magic, which differed greatly from what had coursed through her. "You're warm." She mused, resisting the urge to explore further how their magic differed.
She turned her attention back to the copper suspended between them. For a moment, she let the copper dance, melting drops of copper now orbiting the central piece. She narrowed her focus, pulling her attention to the largest of the copper droplets. She imagined, there wasn't another word for her for this, the copper changing. She played with it, allowing the piece to stretch and compress, allowing it to dance before turning her intentions to solidity. "I could lose entire days to this." And she meant it.
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