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*Just testing the basics. Now, let's see if you can decipher this.* with that, Dadarmora sent her a series of jarbled images, then instructed her to put them together mentally, kinda like a puzzle.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
*To see how far along you are. Prepare yourself.* Dadramora lightly pushed against her consciousness in a threatening manner, seeing if she could defend herself.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Cecilia did not like the feeling one bit. She immediately blocked Dadramora from her mind. "Stop that!" She yelled at him, hiding herself in Xeons arms.
Dadramora sighed. Apparantly Namesiwa taught her the good parts of being psychic. "Cecilia, I know it's unpleasant. And I don't know what Namesiwa taught you, but there are good and bad parts to being psychic. I'm just trying to see how much of each end you know. Anyways, one more thing. Try and lift me up. I'll resist as much as I can, but just try and lift me two feet into the air." With that, Dadramora put magic into his body, increasing its weight by half. He'd steadily increase the weight the further up he got, and then prepared.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora laughed. That's where he stopped then. "It's simple, really. Ya know how you blocked me out? Well, do the opposite. Just feel like you're reaching out with your hand, except with your mind. I mean that literally. That's how I do it, I just picture my hand lifting whatever it is I wish to lift up. Like so." Dadarmora lifted Cecilia about an inch off the ground, then set her back down gently. "It'll take practice, but soon you can get all your school stuff to school without moving a muscle."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Oh, my magic teacher said to never use magic for lazy stuff like that." Cecilia lectured. "It's very bad and will make you fat!" she continued, as if she had ignored the rest and only focused on the last part.
Xeon had embraced Cecilia as she comforted herself in him, "The mind is a muscle, don't try and strain hers too much too soon you may cause injury." he told Dadramora.
Dadramora sighed again. "Well, what if somethings out of reach and there isn't anybody around to get it for you? Are you just going to leave what you need and attempt to go without it? And it won't make you fat if you only do it once in a while, like how a fighter may skip something in his routine. It may not be good or neccesary, but it won't hurt." Dadramora found a rock and set it in front of Cecilia. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do, but this is a part of being psychic. Why neglect certain parts? The better a grasp you have of everything, the better you are at it as a whole. Now, would you *please* try to lift this? Just a bit, not like throw it around or anything."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Cecilia huffed. She really didn't want to but she decided to try it anyways. She closed her eyes tightly, concentrating as hard as she could. The rock gently lifted for a second and then fell again. Cecilia opened her eyes. "There."
"Good. Just simple stuff. Come now, let's make some art." Dadarmora went over to a tree, whispered something, and then snapped off a few small and large branchs, along with some twigs from the ground that were still green. Immediately, the tree grew its limbs back as if they had never been broken. Dadramora sat and did some more spell weaving which turned all the wood into strips of tightly corded rope about three to six feet long that were flexible. There were twenty, ten for him and ten for Cecilia. When the project was done, they would turn back into wood and be beautiful decorations. He got up and sat by Cecilia. "Watch little one." With that, Dadramora used his mind to pick up a strip, then he started manipulating it so that it was in a kind of ball, then he flattened it with his hands making it a disc with many holes and gaps in it. He grabbed another and used his mind to thread it carefully through the holes, making it into a pattern all the way around the disc.
He handed it to Cecilia, smiling. "Would you like to do it as well?" He asked. after that, he made another disc and did the same, then continued with a strip that was a bit longer than the last.
((it's kinda like one of those things you hang on your door at christmas time. Dang, I can't think of what they're called, but you know what I'm talking about, right?))
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Good. Just simple stuff. Come now, let's make some art." Dadarmora went over to a tree, whispered something, and then snapped off a few small and large branchs, along with some twigs from the ground that were still green. Immediately, the tree grew its limbs back as if they had never been broken. Dadramora sat and did some more spell weaving which turned all the wood into strips of tightly corded rope about three to six feet long that were flexible. There were twenty, ten for him and ten for Cecilia. When the project was done, they would turn back into wood and be beautiful decorations. He got up and sat by Cecilia. "Watch little one." With that, Dadramora used his mind to pick up a strip, then he started manipulating it so that it was in a kind of ball, then he flattened it with his hands making it a disc with many holes and gaps in it. He grabbed another and used his mind to thread it carefully through the holes, making it into a pattern all the way around the disc.
He handed it to Cecilia, smiling. "Would you like to do it as well?" He asked. after that, he made another disc and did the same, then continued with a strip that was a bit longer than the last.
((it's kinda like one of those things you hang on your door at christmas time. Dang, I can't think of what they're called, but you know what I'm talking about, right?))
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Cecilia took the pieces from Dadramora. She stared blankly at them for a few second before beginning to work on her own. With her mind she braided the pieces together. All together, they began to form a heart-like shape. She smiled. It was a simple but cute design.
"You can do a lot with your mind if you wish. I'd prefer you did nothing bad or hurtful. I'm not worried about you." He looked at Xeon with this sentence. "But how about your brother?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?