...Have someone teach me. Everything I know how to do, I had to figure out for myself.
[And this is a sign of how far she's come, maybe, even in just the short time since she's been here in Chroma; once upon a time she never would've shown her hand to the degree she's willing to now, not when her magic for so long had been her one and only trump card.
But it's amazing what little things like interpersonal support and the proximity of heroic people can do for a girl's nerves, and really, in the grand scheme of things, the strategic advantages of keeping quiet seem to get less and less with every day.]
I can make illusions, ones that stick. My hair isn't really this red, it just looks that way because of how I do it every morning.
[She reaches up, making a sort of pulling motion with her hand up by her head, and as she does the bright red of her hair fades almost immediately into a duller, unremarkable brown.]
I can make light and throw sound. Throw fire, generate lightning. The horses. I can evaporate water. I can fly.
[Hmm.]
And I can learn new ones. Because my magic is...different, I guess? Sort of rare. I only have so much of it at a time, but in practice I can shape it into pretty much anything. That's why back home there's a guy holding me hostage over it. Too valuable to lose control of, I guess.
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[And this is a sign of how far she's come, maybe, even in just the short time since she's been here in Chroma; once upon a time she never would've shown her hand to the degree she's willing to now, not when her magic for so long had been her one and only trump card.
But it's amazing what little things like interpersonal support and the proximity of heroic people can do for a girl's nerves, and really, in the grand scheme of things, the strategic advantages of keeping quiet seem to get less and less with every day.]
I can make illusions, ones that stick. My hair isn't really this red, it just looks that way because of how I do it every morning.
[She reaches up, making a sort of pulling motion with her hand up by her head, and as she does the bright red of her hair fades almost immediately into a duller, unremarkable brown.]
I can make light and throw sound. Throw fire, generate lightning. The horses. I can evaporate water. I can fly.
[Hmm.]
And I can learn new ones. Because my magic is...different, I guess? Sort of rare. I only have so much of it at a time, but in practice I can shape it into pretty much anything. That's why back home there's a guy holding me hostage over it. Too valuable to lose control of, I guess.