Re: log: eddie/steph -- carnival.
Not strangely enough, Eddie. You're in charge of this place. Of course it's one of the safest in town. [She shot him a meaningful look, one that told him to be proud of the world he'd cultivated here in this little town far from home. She was proud of him, too, and excited to try to become a part of this world, too.]
It's getting better. Easier. I can do this, finally. [She stopped walking suddenly (because she needed to concentrate) and held her hand out. Her fingers looked paler than they did before the accident; in fact, her whole visage looked paler, almost with a bluish tinge to it. After a moment, a small lick of air started to swirl in her palm, and she stared intently, only glancing up at Eddie once or twice to gauge his reaction. A wiggle of her fingers, and a ball of ice appeared. Small at first, and then it grew and grew. She turned away from Eddie and thrusted her hand in front of her. About ten feet away, the burst of air hit the ground, and there appeared a sculpture. He'd find it familiar: it was a miniature Matilda and Flounder nose to nose, tails perked, fur etched in ice. She looked back at him. A sheepish grin.] Ta-da?