31 Days of Sonic Prompt 10: Magic.
can be read as light sonic/amy.
Hammerspace
"By the way, how do you do that?"
They had just defeated a horde of Badniks attacking Riverside. Amy had been collecting the metallic debris in a pile on the grassy knoll to help the villagers clean up. When Sonic questioned her while villagers gathered robotic parts and tossed them in trash bags, Amy stared at him as if he had grown a second head.
"Do what?" she wondered, waving her hand. She dispersed her Piko Piko Hammer in a puff of smoke.
Sonic pointed where her hammer had been. "That. I have no clue how you summon and de-summon your hammer."
Amy snapped her fingers. In another puff, her hammer reappeared. She swung it over her shoulder, twirling around and giggling. "Oh, you're finally curious, huh? I'm surprised you've never brought it up before."
Sonic scooped up a handful of wires and deposited them in a small recycling cart pushed by a villager. He gave the young boy a thumbs up, who beamed as he scampered back to his family to throw away the garbage. Giving Amy his full attention, Sonic said, "Yeah, I guess it's about time I asked. So, seriously, how does it work?"
Amy cocked her head and tossed her mallet between her hands. Thinking it was rather obvious, she replied, "It's magic, of course."
Befuddlement crossed Sonic's expression. He scratched behind his ear, vaguely gesturing at the lingering smoke. What she thought was crystal clear appeared to be murky to him. Although they had seen many mystical, alien, or even god-like beings, she supposed her mundane hammer prompted confusion in comparison.
"Well, I can't really explain it. Magic is magic," Amy said with a shrug. "The hammer comes." She tossed it in the air, and it vanished. "And the hammer goes." She snapped her fingers again, and her mallet reappeared in her other hand. "Rinse and repeat."
Sonic slowly nodded. He raised his finger. "Give me a second."
Amy squinted as Sonic dashed off. An azure whirlwind claimed the remaining debris, shooting scrap metal airborne and into open bags like athletes scoring baskets. The slack-jawed villagers sagged forward from the sudden weight in their sacks. Realizing Sonic cleared the debris, they broke into cheers, and Amy grinned, clapping along with everyone.
Sonic caught a few stray wires as he stopped in front of her. He looped the frayed edges together, creating a tethered knot, and he flicked them into a nearby trash can. "Figured I'd get rid of the mess before we continued our chat," he said, brushing his hands together.
Amy giggled. "Good thinking. That was a great way to handle clean-up."
"It was going way too slow for me," he said, beginning to walk up the path toward town. He glanced over at Amy's hands. "So, magic, huh? It's that simple?"
Amy kept an even pace with him. "Yep! But I don't think I'll tell you how I do it. My hiding space for it is my little secret."
His ear twitched toward her. Wrapping his arms behind his head, he asked, "Oh, yeah? How come?"
"Because if I tell you, it'll just be a trick, not magic," Amy insisted and pumped her fists.
To Amy, magic was a sweet illusion. It was like giving a piece of candy to a little kid. She could easily take wrapped chocolate out of her pocket, but she preferred pretending to pluck it from behind their ear.
She had believed in magic her entire life. She knew tricks created magic, but it was the result that mattered. The sparkles in the child's eyes when they believed were what Amy wanted. Providing a spell of hope and joy to the prosaic through fantasies helped Amy fully enjoy life. (And if she hadn't consulted her tarot cards, she would never have met Sonic. Her daily life would have been dull and drab without magic, an existence of grocery shopping and wistful daydreaming.)
Sonic met her gaze. He itched his nose, his expression unreadable. Amy was usually able to discern what he was thinking, but his neutral visage confused her.
But he suddenly cracked a winning, endearing smile. "Y'know, it does sound better. Not everything needs some thorough explanation," he said. "That would be like asking Tails how a device works and letting him talk for hours about every mechanism. Remember how he made Knuckles' head spin with all that Extreme Gear talk?" He twirled his finger. "I bet it was gonna unscrew if Talks spoke for longer than thirty seconds."
A laugh like birdsong escaped Amy. She remembered how Knuckles threw out his arms, his voice reaching a new pitch as he cried for Tails to stop. "Yeah! I was half-expecting steam to shoot out of his ears."
She smiled at Sonic, who looked ahead, observing the various homes painted in muted colors. Others might not have realized it, but Sonic was a hedgehog who extended kindness. He didn't need extensive explanations; a friend's word was enough.
But as she watched him, Sonic gasped. He stopped in mid-step and turned to her. "Whoa, hey, Amy, you've got something on your face."
Flustered, she squeaked out, "Oh, no! What is it? Oil? Those Badniks were leaking when we launched them in the air. Aw, don't tell me it's in my quills!"
As she reached up, Sonic leaned forward. His right hand moved toward her forehead. Amy sucked in a breath, cheeks warming at his closeness when Sonic's other hand grazed behind her left ear. Pulling back, Sonic cupped his hand and tucked it into his chest. Amy followed his waving fist, watching in wonder until Sonic held it in front of her nose, and he uncurled his fingers.
It was a glint of gold. When Amy observed the object, she realized it was a ring that would fit her wrist like a bracelet. Amy's jaw dropped, and she felt behind her ears, stupefied as Sonic chuckled.
"How did you-?" She bit her tongue, the corners of her lips lifting. She smiled and breathed out, "Magic."
"Magic," Sonic said, and he flicked the ring to her.
Grabbing it in both hands, Amy shared a laugh with Sonic, embracing the magic they shared.