[Mahalia nods, then heads to the plot they agreed. She has no idea how anyone else created anything with the dirt, but she really doesn't want to make any mistakes. She shifts the scarf so that a trickle of sand pours from it, then walks out a large square, drawing the shape carefully. The rest of the sand she sprinkles into the centre, then she looks to Fela for a moment.
Maybe it would be easier, to visualise what she wants, with a dreamchaser helping. But she has spent enough time focussing on it on her own, needs to learn to do things on her own without Fela or Paderau holding her hand.
She sits down next to the far corner of her sand-square, takes a breath and closes her eyes. Gathering the image of what she wants until it's settled firmly in her mind, she reaches out to touch the sand, willing it to become the structure she wants.]
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Maybe it would be easier, to visualise what she wants, with a dreamchaser helping. But she has spent enough time focussing on it on her own, needs to learn to do things on her own without Fela or Paderau holding her hand.
She sits down next to the far corner of her sand-square, takes a breath and closes her eyes. Gathering the image of what she wants until it's settled firmly in her mind, she reaches out to touch the sand, willing it to become the structure she wants.]