[ she stops walking. wanda observes his open hand for a moment before she assesses her own. the red ball glows and hovers above her open palm like a nest of fireflies. with a gentle wiggle of her fingers, it grows a little in size to that of a tennis ball. ]
Hold still.
[ she gently pushes it over to amos where it hovers over his open palm, barely brushing against his lifelines. ]
All you have to do is keep your hand open and wrist relaxed. It will stay with you.
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Hold still.
[ she gently pushes it over to amos where it hovers over his open palm, barely brushing against his lifelines. ]
All you have to do is keep your hand open and wrist relaxed. It will stay with you.