Jul 26, 2019
@bulletcouture
Kay wonders how the heck anyone learns magic by themselves.
She's sitting outside near dark, surrounded by books and notes. Few people are out at this hour, save for a nearby stranger.
Unsure if they’re paying attention to what she’s doing, she decides to get fancy anyway. She picks up a book with an icy spectral hand, one of her only available spells. Concentration isn’t her strong suit, however, and the hand dissipates, unceremoniously dropping the ice-covered book in her lap.
Her eyes move to the bystander, trying to smile through her embarrassment.
“...I think I might need a little more practice.”
