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Gabs! (i_luv_shoes) wrote in bellumlogs,

Gabby thought she noticed a change - a flicker of disappointment at the mention of people revealing things they shouldn't. She smiled a little too, reaching up to cup his face with one hand, patting his cheek lightly, then she dropped her hand and put both of them together.

"Well, it's..." She tried to think of some way to describe it. "Here, just try and cut this apple. I'll show you with this." Gabby pulled one from the basket on the counter, setting it down on the surface. She couldn't really practice on Bran; that would not be nice.

And then she closed her eyes. She had read about grounding, what that meant - this kept a sorceress from becoming entirely too mentally scattered, flighty, or uneasy. Centering prevented one from being distracted by outside forces; it was the concept she had the most trouble with, simply because centering required that you know who you are.

As if it were that easy.

For this to work, she had to feel connected with the earth, and believe that nothing could disturb the roots of her strength. Creating a shield was no small task but now was a good a time as any to practice. Most likely, she would need one in this place - not just a shield from physical harm but from mental negativity as well.

The ball of light first formed in between the middle of both of her hands; she held it there gently, murmuring a few words with her eyes closed. Biting her lip in concentration, she opened her eyes then stretched the shield furiously and, like a champion javelin thrower, flung her creation out into the open space of the kitchen, where it hovered like a mushroom cloud of liquid tungsten - unbreakable, even against bullets and blades. She kept concentrating, despite her ever-rising blood pressure and the gigantic brick in her stomach. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and ran cold down the back of her neck.

The invisible shield covered the area she had projected it onto and when he would try to cut the apple (she imagined it as a person, that helped make it less silly) all that would happen would be that the blade would miss; somehow it would end up on either side of the object, despite the fact that it should have sliced into the center.