[ there are more people these days. it used to be one, maybe two at a time; as more new faces filter into the safehouse and onto the streets, more show up in these caves, hungry for information and help that can't be found easily elsewhere. there's more bodies than daisy has hands or time for, and so she shifts from a hands-on teacher to one that walks around, answering questions and giving gentle guidance to pairs and individuals before moving on to the next group that might need a hand.
every so often, there are some that come by that cannot yet access what they can do. maybe it helps them to watch others, maybe they're just curious; so long as they are one among the displaced, daisy doesn't question it. she just lets them be, and assumes if they need something, they'll call out to her.
by the time she makes her way over to where sansa's carved out a small space for herself, the collection of metal scrap she's been playing with has managed to merge into a formidable looking miniature dog. a gift for a friend, nearly done, with only finishing work left to go. her hands glide around the toy, a faint blue glow tat pulses from her palms enveloping the material as it rests in the air between them. ]
Having fun? [ being a wallflower's not the most exciting thing in the world, but sansa looks more curious than bored. ] I'm sorry we don't have a test or anything to tell you right away what you can do. I know that's gotta be frustrating.
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every so often, there are some that come by that cannot yet access what they can do. maybe it helps them to watch others, maybe they're just curious; so long as they are one among the displaced, daisy doesn't question it. she just lets them be, and assumes if they need something, they'll call out to her.
by the time she makes her way over to where sansa's carved out a small space for herself, the collection of metal scrap she's been playing with has managed to merge into a formidable looking miniature dog. a gift for a friend, nearly done, with only finishing work left to go. her hands glide around the toy, a faint blue glow tat pulses from her palms enveloping the material as it rests in the air between them. ]
Having fun? [ being a wallflower's not the most exciting thing in the world, but sansa looks more curious than bored. ] I'm sorry we don't have a test or anything to tell you right away what you can do. I know that's gotta be frustrating.