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silvernpcs (silvernpcs) wrote in silverage,

"You may have to get angry," Erik said, not sounding very worried about it at all. Anger was something he'd lived with since 1944; it was hardly a foreign emotion. "Or it may be something as simple as a memory of your mother. We won't know until we work at it."

There was still the floating disc, folded over as it was. Erik turned it oblong again, flattening it out easily and evening the edges until it spun through the air perfectly in front of them. He waved his hand and the circle started spinning faster as it lifted higher in the air. "Do your best for yourself, not me." With a flick of his hand the disc when flying off across the grounds, only stopping once it hit a tree limb that subsequently fell to the ground.

"We'll start with coins. I'd be in trouble if I held a gun to your head this early in the process." Even if sometimes stress was the best way to learn. "Tomorrow? Earlier in the evening."