[ With her somewhat nervous but definite resolve, Maren had followed Kouta's words intently, glancing up between taking notes in the new hot pink notebook she had purchased and coded for these lessons. She'd placed it down beside her when he'd finished talking and regards it with the briefest of glances before nodding at him, her eyes centered on the ball now slowly rolling toward her, and --
Honestly, she's not entirely sure how this should feel, if she's doing it right. With Kazue's ofuda, she's gotten an idea of how it should feel, how to bear her concentration and let it -- er, she's not really sure how to describe 'it,' but -- flow? It's a pleasantly warm, but definitely cool sensation that flows through her from her center through her fingers like some kind of fluid that connects with the paper and... inspires? It inspires the spell in the paper, that's how she thinks about it. This feels different despite her concentration, the words tumbling out of her mouth with attempted force and uncertainty and the result is that the ball can't seem to decide which direction to go beyond backwards at Kouta's face for the sheer amount of uncertainty and energy poured into her words.
To put it succinctly, someone doesn't know how to measure or control her application just yet for how apparently large her reserve of spiritual energy and she stops abruptly, mouth dropping open upon seeing the ball shoot back, wide eyed and surprised -- ]
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Honestly, she's not entirely sure how this should feel, if she's doing it right. With Kazue's ofuda, she's gotten an idea of how it should feel, how to bear her concentration and let it -- er, she's not really sure how to describe 'it,' but -- flow? It's a pleasantly warm, but definitely cool sensation that flows through her from her center through her fingers like some kind of fluid that connects with the paper and... inspires? It inspires the spell in the paper, that's how she thinks about it. This feels different despite her concentration, the words tumbling out of her mouth with attempted force and uncertainty and the result is that the ball can't seem to decide which direction to go beyond backwards at Kouta's face for the sheer amount of uncertainty and energy poured into her words.
To put it succinctly, someone doesn't know how to measure or control her application just yet for how apparently large her reserve of spiritual energy and she stops abruptly, mouth dropping open upon seeing the ball shoot back, wide eyed and surprised -- ]