[ she calms herself by watching, focusing on the rising glow and the gathering flames in hiro's palm. ]
Physical. [ she repeats it aloud: that's comforting, actually. katsa likes physical if she can understand how that becomes the magic, as that makes sense. it doesn't require impossibilities of her mind or anyone else's. perhaps she's thinking about this all wrong. someone could be graced with being fireproof, could they not? and that would all be physical, affecting nothing but the skin.
she lifts her hand and squints at it. this time, she decides, she will watch it. she knows what sensation to gather in her chest and forces herself to think only of her own body, not the blood of anyone else's; and slowly the lines begin to form again, faint but there and this time expected, as she imagines them forced into being and pushed from beneath the skin. ]
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Physical. [ she repeats it aloud: that's comforting, actually. katsa likes physical if she can understand how that becomes the magic, as that makes sense. it doesn't require impossibilities of her mind or anyone else's. perhaps she's thinking about this all wrong. someone could be graced with being fireproof, could they not? and that would all be physical, affecting nothing but the skin.
she lifts her hand and squints at it. this time, she decides, she will watch it. she knows what sensation to gather in her chest and forces herself to think only of her own body, not the blood of anyone else's; and slowly the lines begin to form again, faint but there and this time expected, as she imagines them forced into being and pushed from beneath the skin. ]