[She has no idea what's going through her head; what pride is needed to be set aside for magic to work in the first place. But she watches her struggle, and sees that she's trying. So she stays silent. Not encouraging, but not picking on her either as the sparks start up.
It's not the right focus. She can tell that much. It's that, or she's got a slipping focus, with her intention all over the place. But...then...
There it is.]
Well done.
[It seems like small praise, but since Caren doesn't praise (unless sarcastically) it does mean something. And since she's got it in her hands...]
Throw the lightning onto the ground, away from us. And not in the river.
[Because who wants to kill all the fish? That's wasteful.]
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It's not the right focus. She can tell that much. It's that, or she's got a slipping focus, with her intention all over the place. But...then...
There it is.]
Well done.
[It seems like small praise, but since Caren doesn't praise (unless sarcastically) it does mean something. And since she's got it in her hands...]
Throw the lightning onto the ground, away from us. And not in the river.
[Because who wants to kill all the fish? That's wasteful.]