The preserve [Wednesday morning]

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Celia, unsurprisingly enough, wasn't sleeping well. Wednesdays usually found her a little lazy, due to her lack of classes, but today she rose early and was out the door before she'd even had her morning tea.

When everything was wrong and confusing, there was one thing she'd always been able to turn to: her magic. It was her downfall, and her sanctuary. It was the reason she was usually in pain, and it was the only escape she ever had.

She trekked out to a clearing in the preserve, determined. When she found a spot she liked, she closed her eyes, and within seconds had a small stack of feather pillows at her side.

She vaguely raised her hand before her, drawing a pillow up into the air. Keeping her eyes closed, she flared her fingers, and the pillow exploded into a rain of feathers. She drew a deep breath, resisting the urge to look as she meticulously reassembled the pillow within her mind, and when she opened her eyes, it was whole and on the ground before her.

That was fine as a warm-up. Within the hour, Celia had replaced pillows with glass vases, and then vases with rocks. Each exercise, she lifted the object in question into the air, kept her eyes shut, and broke it before piecing it back together.

It was as hard as putting back the broken pieces of herself, physically, but at least this didn't hurt. The other-Celia couldn't do this because she was afraid -- though the trouble was, when Celia thought about that, she found it all the much harder to put things back together and hold them that way.

She'd probably be here awhile, in any case.

[open though warning for SP-due-to-work is very much in effect!]

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Today seemed like the kind of day for a nice, long walk. Rinoa wasn't really upset, but she could use some fresh air to help her sort. She'd tangled up a few things while not-herself, and she'd learned quite a bit about her father and another version of her past, and there was some thinking she wanted to do that didn't want much by way of words.

So after she left the books back at the Magic Shop, she was exploring the preserve, taking in the trees and the crisp air and the promise of spring dancing in the air.

She stopped short when she saw someone clearly engaging in a bit of magical therapy, realizing the most tactful option would be to retreat quietly and leave the girl to it ... but changed her mind when she recognized her. She waited for a lull before speaking.

"Am I interrupting?"

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Celia paused, her hand still before her and her eyes still shut as she kept the feathers of one exploded pillow suspended in the air. She opened her eyes once she was sure it would all stay put, and glanced over at Rinoa with a smile.

"Not at all. I'm just -- well, the other version of me that was occupying my space here wasn't very diligent about practicing. It feels good to get back into shape, so to speak. How are you?"

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"I'm all right, thanks," she said, offering a quick smile. "Just came out here to think some things through."

She scooped her hand and reached out, and there, ten feet away, a small rock was now hovering about shoulder-high from the ground. She turned it this way and that before dropping it again.

"Have you ever practiced with someone else?" she asked.

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"A little," Celia said, watching the rock as it traveled through the air and eventually dropped. "I have a friend who's newly discovered he's telekinetic, and I've had my powers as long as I can remember, so I've helped him a bit." She shrugged. "Other than that, my father's taught me everything I know, but I haven't practiced with him so much as...at his insistence and under his tutelage."

She tilted her head, looking a little shy. "I like practicing this way, though. I like testing the limits of my control...if that makes sense."