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Tali's a great teacher. She often tells me during our little lessons under the table that magic is, by its very nature, fickle and difficult to control. I always believed that, but never more than the times she proved it herself.
Today was, in fact, a very enlightening lesson.
Tali's also a wonderful show woman. She's ludicrously entertaining and exceptionally creative, which makes watching her magic shows a positive delight. It's just that she occasionally... gets the two kinds of magic confused, a bit. I suppose the reason I let myself get voluntold alongside a few of her other friends was because I thought, maybe, learning by doing is good? I did learn something, and that's that if you're learning, do it as safely and from as far a distance as physically possible.
Right then, before I could even think about trying not to reflexively shrink any further than the teal smokescreen of Tali's loose magic already had, CRACK. What I could have once comfortably called Tali's hands slammed onto the table and flanked the fox and I in a barricade of fur. Fingers splayed apart like canyons. The soft golden plateaus bled into a pale underbelly that could likely crumple heaps of iron. Those sharp white claws, each larger than my whole body at the time, eagerly dug into the tablecloth that now formed a violet horizon.
That scale wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but it doesn't make it any less humbling to see the tendons moving, the muscles working, the cloth rippling and nearly pulling us under and... god. It's just terrifying seeing something so normal amplified to such a degree that you don't even know how to interact with them at all, if they can perceive you, or how dangerous they are now that you're a fraction of their already-small size. You don't even think about what hands do on an average day, stirring the air or pinching your shoulder, until they're like gargantuan vehicles or toppled buildings and are impossible to see as anything but. Just the smallest fidget could have overwhelmed the two of us and she wouldn't have even known.
“Now you see them! Now you... don't!” Tali faltered. Her voice was trembling thunder that split the domed sky as it spilled into the ceiling far above. No matter how composed she tried to appear to her audience, she'd immediately recognized her mistake. Even now while I tried desperately just to see past those enormous golden fingertips, to say nothing of the remaining distance to her face blurring in the sky, I could read the next set of words straight from her eyes:
"And neither can I."
I could have sworn there was someone else up there with us, too. I don't exactly know where he ended up...
****
T-Bone blew this out of the water. Tali may be skilled, but accidents happen as both Lucibelle and a certain fox of 
raddaraem's have now learned. Not that other guy though. I dunno what happened to him.
Vignette by me, of course.
Today was, in fact, a very enlightening lesson.
Tali's also a wonderful show woman. She's ludicrously entertaining and exceptionally creative, which makes watching her magic shows a positive delight. It's just that she occasionally... gets the two kinds of magic confused, a bit. I suppose the reason I let myself get voluntold alongside a few of her other friends was because I thought, maybe, learning by doing is good? I did learn something, and that's that if you're learning, do it as safely and from as far a distance as physically possible.
Right then, before I could even think about trying not to reflexively shrink any further than the teal smokescreen of Tali's loose magic already had, CRACK. What I could have once comfortably called Tali's hands slammed onto the table and flanked the fox and I in a barricade of fur. Fingers splayed apart like canyons. The soft golden plateaus bled into a pale underbelly that could likely crumple heaps of iron. Those sharp white claws, each larger than my whole body at the time, eagerly dug into the tablecloth that now formed a violet horizon.
That scale wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but it doesn't make it any less humbling to see the tendons moving, the muscles working, the cloth rippling and nearly pulling us under and... god. It's just terrifying seeing something so normal amplified to such a degree that you don't even know how to interact with them at all, if they can perceive you, or how dangerous they are now that you're a fraction of their already-small size. You don't even think about what hands do on an average day, stirring the air or pinching your shoulder, until they're like gargantuan vehicles or toppled buildings and are impossible to see as anything but. Just the smallest fidget could have overwhelmed the two of us and she wouldn't have even known.
“Now you see them! Now you... don't!” Tali faltered. Her voice was trembling thunder that split the domed sky as it spilled into the ceiling far above. No matter how composed she tried to appear to her audience, she'd immediately recognized her mistake. Even now while I tried desperately just to see past those enormous golden fingertips, to say nothing of the remaining distance to her face blurring in the sky, I could read the next set of words straight from her eyes:
"And neither can I."
I could have sworn there was someone else up there with us, too. I don't exactly know where he ended up...
****
T-Bone blew this out of the water. Tali may be skilled, but accidents happen as both Lucibelle and a certain fox of 
raddaraem's have now learned. Not that other guy though. I dunno what happened to him.Vignette by me, of course.
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