[Sorry, Demyx, Elsa's kind of... tuning you out for a bit. She's staring down at the hand not holding her Pokegear and... yeah. No matter how hard she tries or how much she focuses, she can't produce one single flake. There's no hum of magic coursing through her. It... this is something she's never felt before.
She's had her magic for all her life. For most of that life, she hated her magic. Even just a year ago, she would've done anything to be rid of it. But now that it's gone, after she fully accepted it as a gift and not a curse... now she just feels like a part of her is missing. And she's not sure if she likes that feeling.]
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She's had her magic for all her life. For most of that life, she hated her magic. Even just a year ago, she would've done anything to be rid of it. But now that it's gone, after she fully accepted it as a gift and not a curse... now she just feels like a part of her is missing. And she's not sure if she likes that feeling.]
I... not anymore, I suppose...