"As long as it makes sense for the image or its interpretation. I couldn't have her stir a roux – not that I'd want to – but she could fight off an attacker to give me time to put distance between us." It was easier when Emma thought of her projections as real. Little things, like referring to the page as 'she' or treating her pegasus like she would a horse made her connection to them stronger and easier to maintain.

"I'm still the one responsible, though." I can kill you with my brain, she thought, but didn't say.

She let the projection go, the green and pupil returning to her eyes as the page disappeared.