Gray Nightingale (Aiya) ([personal profile] experiencepoints) wrote2015-04-24 10:00 pm

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Trivpos: Chip off the old block
Acquired: Day 142
Jo the Ghost, JELLO JENGA

You're a child, just recently having become a mage, and now you need to practice. You're only level 1- of course, you don't have any experience in it at all yet. But you do have a special head start. You review your spell list, able to sort through it by instinct, though there's only three entries in it. In combat magic, Scan and Fire as a mage's starter spells, but in utility magic, there's Wind. It's not a part of a mage's core spell list, but you learned it from your mother's book, so it's yours now.

But, you remember, utility magic is much different from combat magic. You remember what you've learned from listening to stories at your mother's lap. Combat magic can be used only on a target, whereas utility magic affects the environment. The MP cost on utility magic is low, but it can be harder to control... So you need to practice that control. But how?

You try to think about what you can do with wind. Grabbing things, moving things at a distance... Experimentally, you try to take a book off the shelf, and you shriek as they scatter everywhere. Okay, that's not going to work. You can't reach to put the books back, so you instead make a neat stack.

Instead, you raid the pantry. You take a large bowl out, and open up a bag of potato chips, dumping them all out into the bowl, placing them on the living room table. You try again, with a small wind, but the chips barely move.

You start out trying to move the bowl, then. Not much, just enough to scoot the bowl around a bit. It's hard, and when you can't manage that, you instead try to lift a single chip.

You fail, and the resulting wind blows chips all around the room. You frown, and pour another bowl, to try again. Soon, it goes flying as well.

You're so caught up in your practice that you don't notice time passing, and when you hear the door open, you look up. The room is covered in chips and crumbs, you've blown the covers off the couch and tossed pillows, the table's coasters are missing... And your mother enters the room and stops dead. "What...?" Is all she can manage to say.

"I- I'm sorry!" You panic, rushing around to grab the broom. "I'll clean it all up right away!"

The next hour is spent sweeping and cleaning. Your mother helps, at least, and you were able to cut off the anger with an apology right away, which is good. You just have to try harder next time.