strangetrip | [For Carlos, Dorian, and Molly] Take chances, make mistakes, get messy

Corbie really didn’t know what she thought about this.

She had been making a shift into more modern clothing over the period of months she’d been here, because really, it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. It was all that was on offer, and the gray dress she’d come through in could only be worn so often. The undergarments were the hardest part, really, because they were right next to her skin, and that took a long time to get used to.

This? Was a leap of a different kind.

She stared at herself in the mirror in a pair of jeans, trying to reconcile the sight with the sensation. She’d never worn pants before, and it felt… different. Not as bad as she’d though, but different. Her legs were still covered, so maybe Gran wouldn’t disown her. She’d have to hem them, they were a little long on her legs, but today rolling them would do. She’d already done this. If she took them off and saved them for “later,” it might be weeks before she was brave enough to try again. Best get it over with now.

Best get it over with now.

While she was at it, she may as well get some other things done. After all, worst that could happen was she’d be right where she started at the end of the day. And if she was awkwardly dealing with people, she wouldn’t be thinking about the fabric tubes on her legs.

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Once she got over the initial shock, the whole thing was pretty damn neat. Corbie watched the bird, trying to wrap her head around the idea that it wasn't actually there. "Whoa... So, are you casting anything on me to make that work?"

"Yes and no." Molly said with a laugh. "How's that for a vague answer? It's a spell, it allows me to touch your mind so that you see it. I'm not really in your mind, but like a fingertip to your temple."

"... It don't hurt anybody, does it?" Corbie's first and swiftest lesson in mind-related magic had been Felix telling the story of how he'd shattered Isaac Garamond. And while she'd forgiven him for it, it still frightened her to think that she had that kind of potential as well. Not to mention being taught by a Cabaline, the idea of touching someone directly with her magic wasn't easy.

She thought of her friend, Rosie and how she'd unintentionally hurt her. "It can." Molly was honest. "Especially if you don't know what you're doing." Or if you mean to hurt them, but Molly left that out.

"But it's not that kind of magic to make illusions."

There was something more there, Corbie was sure. But that wasn't a point to push right now. "Okay then."

Molly let the Thuderbird fade away in mid-circle with a smile to Corbie. "Whenever you want to start, come find me."

Corbie smiled back. "I'll bug you in the morning."

"Looking forward to it." Molly was definitely looking forward to it. She liked the idea of passing the torch like Harry had done with her.

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