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Jenny sat in the clearing – her clearing, it seemed, though she shared it with birds and the occasional fox. It had been what – three days now?
Jenny could call water when she wished – she'd learned that. Probably food too, but she preferred the meat from the cougar that had wandered into her camp. She had been asleep when it came, awakening to feral eyes and a mouthful of teeth. Frantic, Jenny had tried to kill it outright, and when that failed, she sent a tree falling onto its spine.
At that point, she had felt so hungry that she pulled away a strip of meat without thinking. Eating it had horrified her, but her body, running on so little food for so long, took over. And why should she be horrified, anyway? There was no one there to judge her besides herself.
She ate as much as she could.
Jenny mainly occupied herself now with practicing her magic. It seemed like she could mostly do things that changed her environment. And conjure up things that were possible in this environment. For example, she could make a fire by thinking about it on a sunny day – but not in a downpour.
The telepathy was unused now that there was no one nearby.
She laughed, thinking of what Julian would say if he saw her now, doing magic just for the sake of doing magic. He would laugh and pretend to be hurt. And ask me quietly what exactly it did that he couldn't.
Of course, if Julian was there it was more likely that he'd kiss her and look furious and tell her to never do this again.
Jenny sighed. No point thinking about things you can't have. You came here for a reason.
With that, she kept practicing. At the moment, she was staring at a patch of earth. Frowning, she sent out a tendril of power. A shape started to grow, and she grinned. She could manipulate earth. In fact, it was kind of fun. She pushed it to grow some more.
Turning away, she didn't see that the flower bursting from the soil was a clear, vibrant blue. In fact, she didn't see the tiny clear sap that fell like tears. If she had, she might have cried. And of course, Jenny didn't cry. So if she had turned around in enough time to see it…
She was quite sure that she didn't, of course.