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10/21/11(Fri)02:51 No.30754703>>30754549
"Lift the ore."
The tiny stone barely budged from the table. Rarity strained and strained, but there just wasn't a 'grip'. After quite a showy bit of huffing and panting, she tried again.
At this rate, the best she could do was break sweat and break character. Regal? Elegant? Try rudimentary. Remedial!
"Just remember, don't pick up the object. Anyone can pick up /the object/ with magic," came that smug purple-smear smirk-
Rarity corrected herself. The 'helpful instructing voice' of one T. Sparkle, Instructor for Hire.
The snow-white unicorn couldn't help but scowl a bit in the drawing room of her boutique. The object in question was a gem; her specialty was lapisdry and gem-lore, why not begin there? "All illusions would be cast aside!" Twilight had exclaimed, "And that will be the first step in our studies."
And so Rarity tried and tried and tried and tried to reach out, to 'understand' the structure of the crystalline, to lift the object en masse and not merely wave it about with objective kinesis. Oh, no, 'proper magicians' have to reach and move objects through time and space and all sorts of things to do proper transfiguration!
Nevermind she'd been turning lapiz stone to faux-diamonds for years and once drove the Dean of Horology to drinking --
So the hour went by, mostly silent but for Twilight flipping pages in one of her books and making light suggestions on what sorts of chemical compounds to 'focus on' and Rarity sweating -- no, glistening, she thought, GLISTENING -- gently as the sun dipped a bit lower.
Soon the time was over and Rarity was thoroughly, roundly defeated. Hopes had been so high to show her friend her magical competence, and instead she had to make tea and apologies now-
Twilight beamed, "That's fantastic for the first day! Very good progress!"
Rarity balked. Visibly. It felt very unbecoming, stammering "W-what?!"
"No explosions. See you next week!" |
