I do not own Undertale

Magic drew on one's soul, and one's soul defined their magic. It was a duality that formed a sort of balance. Magic being the manner in which one cast spells and molded the power from within. The Soul being the source of power and the force that allowed for it to be unique. While her Aura was still a little shaky, Elzia went ahead and kept reading the books Toriel provided her. Giving her all the basic information of how it all was supposed to work, even if she wasn't able to do anything with it yet.

Not until her Aura was stable enough. Once her aura was stable? Once Elzia could figure out where the balance between 'too much' and 'too little' was? Only then could she start to think about casting spells. Though flipping through the book she was on, the human did wonder if she should take a different course of action first before she tried learning and mastering spells. One such thing waas learning what her magic wanted to manifest into.

It was a topic mentioned in a number of books, though none more so than the one she was in which went in depth over it. In its most basic of principles, each monster and the species they were, had their own unique form of magic. Monsters that live or were of a fire nature often had fire like magic. Or how monsters that lived in or were of a water like nature, often had water like magic. There were exceptions to these rules. More than not due to other factors. It was these other factors that actually impacted their Soul, and in turn, their magic.

In short, while intent helped make affinities for magical schools in a manner of speaking? Experience and even one's environment could also impact one's magical use, as it affected their primary source of power, the Soul. It truly had Elzia wonder, as she traced the many lines of text, what her magic would manifest into. She hadn't read anything talking about human magics, but then again… she was living in a society made up of Monsters. And they in turn, had not seen humans for possibly hundreds or even thousands of years.

The only reason she felt that a thousand or more years were possible? Was just in due fact that Monsters and Magic were nothing more than a myth. A superstition of the dark ages. Thinking of that made Elzia want to scrunch her face up and look around the house she was in. To think, Toriel was not just that old, but lived here for that long. How much of that time was spent rebuilding a life after being trapped? How much more was spent with two children and a husband. How many more when she left said husband because of one single act? And how many more when she took in and tried to protect other humans from walking to their own deaths?

So many questions and no answers to be had. Elzia gave a sigh and placed the book down. Her eyes flicked over the table she sat at before looking at the potted plant sitting not too far off. She stared at it, half wondering if she should try touching it again. She had semi-succeeded yesterday. In the manner she touched the clay pot. It was progress. Though as she lifted her hand to try again, she again felt that unease.

Taking a breath, Elzia closed her eyes and tried to not think about that clenching in her chest, the buzzing in her arm. Again, she reached out, not opening her eyes. When she felt the smooth and fleshy stem, she jerked her fingers back. Taking a few breaths, she again tentatively reached them out… and again touched that smooth and soft stem.

Mentally preparing herself, Elzia opened her eyes, watching with her gaze as her fingers, very carefully, felt and touched the flower's stem. Her heart was beating a bit fast, but now that she could see it… feel it… and seeing as there was no danger? She began to relax. Eventually even pulling her hand back to just lean back into the chair she was in. With a puff of air, Elzia looked back at the flower.

It just sat there as if nothing had happened.

did it seriously take me weeks to get over being scared of a flower? The very thought made the teen a little annoyed at herself. But the fact was she was able to touch the thing. Though that didn't mean she was cured. She recalled a time where she was scared of the monkey bars on some jungle gym and she would chicken out because of one bad fall. Reviewing the memory made her realize it may take a few more successful tries before she absolved her irrational fears. Mabe once she's not so scared of one flower, she could join Toriel and confront a bed of them.

Shaking that line of thought off and not feeling in the mood of causing another miniature panic-attack by touching a flower, Elzia lifted her current research back up to continue reading. Mind once more awhirl of what she could or may be able to do with her magic once she could properly control it. And while she was doing this to give herself protection from Monsters that sought to do her harm? The idea of casting a spell to make things float around or to maybe teleport from place-to-place danced in her head. How amazing would it be, to do that? Maybe learn how to float and fly about?

No, Elzia still wasn't sure if it was possible for her, but she liked to imagine she could. Already she could form a sort of 'shell' of magical armor over herself in a manner of speaking. Even if she had only rudimentary control over it. But she was getting there. Bit by bit, day by day.

Though while she began to read the next line of text, her thoughts half worked over what examples of magic she had seen. Reading about it was certainly nothing like actually using it. And she really couldn't figure out how to manifest her magic without Toriel helping her have a more physical and practical look at it. And even the woman had admitted that there was little chance that she could learn fire magic. There was a chance that her Soul's affinity might not use it.

Did that mean that Toriel would become eventually limited on how to teach magic via example? It made Elzia scrunch up her face and think about it. Eventually she figured to reach into her pocket and pull out her phone. Papyrus was training to be a guardsmen, maybe he might have some input on the subject?

Gently swirling a glass of red wine, Toriel half watched with a touch of alertness as Elzia and Papyrus stood just outside her home. Both seem to chat and go over how their magic worked. Though Papyrus seemed to take his time to show off his skills. Skills that were well over Elzia's own beginner ones. But it was still a nice sight to watch, seeing as Papyrus doing his best to help the girl understand her own magic and how it would work.

Standing right next to her was Sans, watching on and seeming to have his own glass of wine, even if it was a bit more than she would think responsible for someone of his size. "Looks like they're having fun." He remarked. "Even if it's practice."

"Those two do get along well, do they not?" Asked Toriel as she took a small sip and savored the sweet berry taste. Such a treat was a bit rare for her to have, but today felt like a good day to have a glass.

"They do." Agreed Sans. but after a moment he asked, "so… how is her Magic commin' along? Not causing small fires or nothing, is she?"

"Goodness no!" Laughed Toriel. "Elzia's still trying to get a good grasp of her Aura. She's just about ready to learn spell casting, but not quite there." Then settled down to admit, "I think after everything that's happened since she came down here? Her Soul is simply… troubled. She's scared and feels hurt that she can never go home. Perhaps even… lonely."

Shaking his head and turning his gaze to the two practicing magic outside, Sans agreed, "yeah. Feelings tend to do that to your magic." Both going a little quite. "Ya know… I ain't a big on doing work, but maybe I can give the Kid a few pointers of my own."

"Oh?" Asked Toriel.

"Yup." Nodded the short skellington, taking a slightly bigger sip from his own glass. "Pap's is a good guy when it comes to practice. But I don't think he's the right kind to be level with Elzia about how to settle her magic." Going on to wink, "I happen to know a thing or two about how Soul's work and the magic with it."

Blinking, Toriel said, "I did not realize that you had such knowledge."

Shrugging, Sans told, "what can I say? I just know how to get to the heart of the issue."

Smiling ruefully to this, Toriel said, "well, you have surprised me before. Perhaps I should not be surprised you have more helpful advice to give." Then lost her smile to look to the human teen. "I still worry for her, Sans. She tries her best to be strong, but she is truly hurt over what has come to pass."

"Yeah, I get the same impression." Agreed the lazy-sentry with a nod. "She doesn't say it, but I can tell she's not doin' as great as she acts." Both again became quiet. Each lost in their own thoughts for a time.

Seeming to down his glass in one go rather suddenly, Sans said, "you know, maybe I'll give her those pointers now." And winked up to Toriel, "might as well do my part now so I can relax later, right?"

Raising a brow and having a small smile, Toriel asked, "really now?" Going on to say, "you know Sans, you sometimes cause me to wonder why you insist on getting so much time off."

"I work multiple jobs and shifts." Sans told, "which means triple the legal amount of breaks. I take what I can to get my rest in, ya know?" Making the woman roll her eyes as he turned and headed for the door. "Anyways, I'll be back." And reached for the door. Opening and leaving through it.

Eyes once more on the two, Papyrus seemed to encourage, "There you go, Elzia! You're doing great. Just hold it like that, and don't give up!" the teen in question seemed to be following some instructions on focusing. In this case, focusing her magic in one place. This being her hands, which gave a blue glow.

But after a while, Elzia relented and let out a breath while shaking her hands. "That feels… really weird."

"I think it's because you keep using a little too much magic." Papyrus said in some thought, "but, not to worry. You'll get the hang of it in no time! I believe in you!"

With a light chuckle, Sans said, "How's the practice goin' you two?" Drawing the attention of both of them.

"Hi Sans." Spoke up Elzia before she lowered her hands and sighed out, "it's going alright, but I'm still having… trouble." Looking down at herself, wondering what she was still doing wrong.

Grinning much like his brother, Papyrus said, "just a little hiccup with getting the Aura stable, but she's doing rather good for a Human that's never used magic before. In my own expert opinion."

"Well, good to know you're here to give her all the expert help she could ever ask for, huh bro?" Smiled Sans. "But anyways, why don't you take a quick break, Pap's?" Going on to jerk a tumb over his shoulder. "Toriel mentioned something about cookies, and I happen to know you'll like them."

"Hmm, those do sound good." Papyrus remarked in thought. "And while I would like to keep going… a little snack wouldn't hurt!" And began to march on ahead. "Come on Elzia, we've earned a small snack break!" Though before Elzia could move, Sans spoke up.

"We'll catch up, Papyrus." The short skellington turning his focus to the teen in full. "I kinda wanna see what you taught her, and Tori' did want to keep magic practice outside."

Blinking, Papyrus gave a glance from both his brother, to Elzia. But after a moment he said, "oh. Well, of course brother. I'll be sure to get you both a plate out." And moved along, though Elzia had to wonder about his slightly more subdued tone.

When she looked to Sans, Elzia had to wonder if he really wanted to see what she learned of her magic. There was something about his tone that made it sound like that wasn't the reason. The manner in which he had Papyrus go on ahead. When the door closes though, Sans seems to close his eyes. As if in thought.

"So. Tori' said you've been havin' a little trouble adjusting to being down here." Was the first thing from his mouth. It made Elzia want to shift, even more as Sans went on. "Gettin' homesick?"

Rubbing her arm, Elzia nodded, "yeah." Unable to look up. "It.. sort've hit me a bit ago that I won't be able to go home."

Nodding, Sans glanced to the side himself. "I think we all kinda gave up on ever gettin' to the surface. And honestly, it doesn't appeal to me much." And returned his eyes to the girl. "But unlike us, you used to live up there, right? So this is harder for you because you've lost something because of falling down here."

He didn't need to see her nod or to say anything. He could see it from how her shoulders sagged or her eyes drifted down all the more. He watched for a moment before saying, "I know there ain't much I can say to make ya feel better. Tellin' you everything's gonna be alright won't work on you. You're pretty smart, so telling you that is just silly."

"But I just wanna say, don't let it eat ya up, Kid." His present smile sombering a little. "It's like you said to me. You remember? 'You take what you can get'?" Getting her to look up at him. "Think of this like that. You lost your old home.. But ya got a new one. Toriel really does care, and you got Papyrus and me too." then went on, "You got a home, all of snowdin, I'm sure Grillby'll love to meet ya. And maybe you can get to know the Royal Guard that's stationed in Snowdin."

"What I'm tryin' to say is." Sans went on. "Is ya might of lost your old life, but don't mean you can't get a new one here."

Slowly, Elzia began to nod and said, "I… I guess you're right. I just…" She took a deep breath in and said, "I just miss it… miss them. My friends, my mother… I even miss my dad. I just…"

"You just don't wanna let go of a good thing." Sans finished. "Yeah, I get it. Even I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost Pap's." Looking to the house for a moment before turning back to the girl. "Just think on it, okay kid? You might have lost ya old life, but no reason to lose a chance at this new one. We're here for ya, and that's what matters, right?"

Biting her lip, Elzia asked, "and… Undyne?" Still nervous of what she'll do to her.

"Ah don't worry." Sans waved a hand, "you heard Toriel. Royal decree and all that. She won't even try." Then went on, "besides, you got Pap's and me, too. Maybe all of snowdin if you give us a chance." Then winked. "Monster's are a friendly kind." Then turned around to head for the house.

Standing in place and working it over, Elzia considered those words for a moment before slowly nodding to herself. Maybe she should stop thinking of the past and just… try and make the best of this. Like everyone else here. Sans was possibly doing it. Toriel had been doing it for who knew how long. Maybe she could too?

It didn't feel easy in her heart though, even as the human began to walk for the house. The idea of leaving her past behind, to just… accept that she would never get home. It hurt and made her eyes burn with a want to cry. But as she entered through the threshold of the doorway and spotted Toriel standing by the table, Papyrus sampling cookies and Sans taking one for himself? She could see their smiles. Each one looked at her and even waved her over.

With a small smile, one of slight pain, Elzia admitted to herself that maybe… she should take Sans's words to heart. Home was too far away to reach, and while she would miss it? She was starting to feel a bit at home here too.

"Are you sure you feel ready, Elzia?" Asked Toriel cautiously while approaching the flowerbed. Not a human in sight once more like so many other times. "This is more than one flower. I do not wish for you to push yourself."

"I'm sure." Elzia assured while taking strides towards the small patch of flowers. "I have to do this. If I don't… I'll never get over it." Only stopping in her steps long enough to brace herself. To steady herself. "I don't want to be scared of something like this. It's… silly."

Walking beside the girl, Toriel said, "perhaps. But I still think you should not press the issue." But then went on, "but I understand. I will be here." And stopped to allow Elzia to continue alone. Watching with concerned brown eyes as the girl proceeded on. There was still a lingering fear, Toriel realized. Merly by seeing the slight shaking of the humans hands.

Unlike those last few times, Elzia got a lot closer. Very close in fact. Toriel perked when the girl hardly stopped when she began to walk into the flowers. Though she felt her concern rise a touch when Elzia stopped. Even slightly take a deep breath and tremble even more.

But the girl seemed to be stubborn. Toriel wasn't sure where the girl was getting such a will to be resolute in just pushing at something that clearly was putting her in duress. Of all the times the old Queen had spent with Elzia, she had never seen her be so stubborn in doing something.

She watched as Elzia continued to hold her ground, and once more moved forwards. Each step being done almost cautiously, but seeming to pull up some form of drive to keep going. Just enough to place her in the middle of the bed of flowers. And just as slowly, kneel down. Slowly, Elzia raised her hand, her fingers curled in worry and hesitation. But eventually, they flexed out and she lowered it. Very carefully touching and even caressing a flower.

All the while, Toriel watched, not saying a word while the human girl did this exercise of overcoming her fears. As silly as it may have looked from an outsider's perspective? Toriel couldn't help but feel a smidge of pride in the girl. Even as they stood up and began to walk their way out of the flowers. The Goat Monster could tell it was taking a lot of effort for Elzia to not run out of it or to break down. In a way, she had every right to. Having been there to witness firsthand the monster that had taken the form of something so innocent.

When Elzia was close enough, Toriel offered her arms out. And like that, Elzia moved into her arms, taking the offered hug. While they held the other close, Toriel could not help but rest her head over the human's own. Mind going back to a time where the human would be hesitant or unsure of even taking or giving a hug. Much less make any form of physical contact. It was nice to know, Elzia actually trusted her enough to feel safe in a simple hug.

"M-my heart won't stop pounding." Elzia spoke in a shaky tone, making Toriel giggle a bit to herself.

Pulling away and holding the human at arms length, Toriel said, "it will pass. You did a brave thing, Elzia. Facing your fears like that." Then smiled gently. "How do you feel?"

Breathing in, Elzia admitted, "like I was walking through a minefield." Taking another breath to try and settle herself. "I don't know if I want to do that again." Sparing a glance over her shoulder at the flowerbed.

"So you do not plan to do this again?" Asked Toriel a little curious.

"Well… when I calm down, maybe." Elzia admitted a little quietly. "It's like you said. It's a process. I'm just… trying to numb myself to it. If I walk through it and touch flowers enough, it should go away, right?"

"In time it will." Toriel agreed. "Though I still don't know why you insisted on trying to face it so soon once you realized you had gained the fear." Letting go of the human and turning to head back for home. Mind playing with the idea to maybe pick something else.

Falling in step beside the older woman, Elzia told, "in the past whenever I had a bad experience from a small accident? I would get scared or bothered about it. So when I read that it's all in your head? That fear is just something of an instinct and people overcome it by facing it? I figured that doing it sooner than later would help." And went on, "and usually it worked. I'd get over it in a few weeks and be done with it. But this time? I just…"

Hand coming down to take Elzia's own, Toriel told the girl that looked up to her. "This was more than a small accident, Elzia. Something tried to hurt you, intentionally. That sort of fear, it is justified." Then went on to smile, "you mother must be so proud though, to have such a bright, mature and brave girl like you."

Flushing and looking away, Elzia said, "I'm still a teenager."

Laughing, Toriel had to shake her head to that. "A mature young woman is more like it." Then gently smiled at the human by her side. "You might still be a child, but you seem able. There is something to be proud of, for you to be so mature at such an age."

"I mean, I guess…" Was all Elzia could say in turn, not really sure what to say. "I just feel like you're looking too much into it. If I was really that mature, I wouldn't be scared of a couple of flowers." Then sighed, "or not… you do keep telling me it's not that simple, I think."

Shaking her head a little amused, Toriel told, "no, it's not." Going on, "and I think even you know that mature adults can be scared." Watching the human slowly nod. "What I do not understand is why you choose to be so stubborn in trying to overcome this fear. While I understand your reasoning behind it? I still can not grasp how you could be so… stubborn in pushing on the issue."

"I might be a little scared, but that doesn't mean I should let it stop me." Elzia seemed to tell Toriel. "If I didn't know when Flowey might pop up again, or if he will try to attack me… maybe I'd feel better going out on my own more often." Proceeding to admit, "I'm more scared of him than anything else down here. But I know better then to look for him to overcome my fear of him- I know that he can and will hurt me. But an average flower?" She made a face. "It can't actually hurt me, so… I have to get over that at the very least."

Letting out a breath, Toriel spoke, "at least you assure me that you will not seek out danger to make yourself 'fearless' in the face of it."

"I'm trying to overcome my fears, not get myself killed!" Elzia said defensively. "I'm just a normal teenage girl that can hardly use magic, I know better than to face something that could really hurt or kill me. Some of the other's at my school might of been braver than me and tried to pick fights with people stronger than them- but those are the same people that also get in massive trouble because they don't think about the aftermath."

"That isn't bravery, Elzia, that's foolishness." Told Toriel in an almost chidding manner. "Bravery and courage comes from facing fear. What they do is brashly do something without thinking of themselves or those they may place in harm's way." Then rolled her eyes to go on, "fearless as they may seem, the fact is they run headlong into things and can cause even more harm than good." And went on to tell, "which is why I am relieved that you are cautious and careful."

Lips shut tight, the teen worked this new bit of information over and soon nodded, "okay, I see what you mean now."

Nodding firmly, Toriel turned her focus ahead, half dealing with the puzzles on their route back to the house. "I know you play off your habits as nothing much. But they are the reason you are still alive right now. So do not forget, that your own actions will help you later on in life."

Toriel then soon smiled, "now, how would you feel about doing a bit more magic once we get home? I wish to see how much you have progressed since you practiced with Papyrus." Getting a small nod and smile from Elzia.

Head cradled in her hands, Elzia gave a near groan while she once more thought over her magic. She felt a little tired from trying to use it, but it was nothing to how she felt. Yes, she had finally gotten her Aura under control, finally. It was not perfect, but it was a lot better. But the next step was to manifest her magic into something. To allow her and better yet Toriel, to know what sort of magical teachings they needed to follow. But despite the effort to make something, anything! All it resulted in was exhaustion.

Coming in and placing down a plate of chicken, brussel sprouts and sliced apples, Toriel soothed, "do not feel bad, Elzia. I think you should be happy that your Aura has manifested so smoothly as it had." Going on to tell while taking her own seat. "Since your practice with Papyrus? It seems as though you truly have gotten the hang of it."

"I guess you're right on that." Elzia admitted while taking a fork to start eating. "I just feel… a little frustrated that I can't seem to mold my magic into anything."

"These things take time." Assured the much older monster. "And in truth? With humans it is a bit more tricky, as your Souls reflect on your magic much more than a Monster's own. Where lineage, nature and even experience can define their magics."

Interest now rekindled, the young teen asked, "what do you mean?" Going on, "I mean, the books told me something similar about monster magic, but, how different is it for a human?"

"Fairly different, in all honesty." Told Toriel. "Monsters are often restricted to their nature when it comes to magic. Humans with their stronger souls, are able to cast more varied spells. Even outside of their affinity, even if it is difficult." then went on while getting her food a bit piled to scoop up. "The trick with yourself, is to understand what Soul you have and know your ideals. It often helps to figure out what magic you are best at."

Thinking on it while che took a bite of her food, Elzia worked it over. She didn't know too much about Souls, seeing as she placed more focus on the magical portain where she may cast spells. But if what Toriel was saying was just as true as the book? She may have to start looking into the other side a bit more than it being a 'mana pool'.

Swallowing down her meal, Elzia decided to ask, "Toriel, since my Soul shines through me when I use my magic, does that mean you can tell what sort of Soul I have?"

Smiling at this, Toriel gave a nod. "That I can, Elzia. Though only so much." and went on to tell, "from the healthy hue of blue? I would say that you possess a human Soul of Integrity." Going on to add, "which seems right, as you hold a lot of morals and ideals close to yourself." Then went on in thought. "But it is not enough for me to know what sorts of magic you may fully excel in. as your ideals and your nature also play a part in what sort of magic you'll manafest."

While Toriel returned to her meal, Elzia worked that over in her mind and reflected on it. Slowly eating her own plate of food while working over the concept that her ideals, morals, experiences and Soul of Integrity, all affected how her magic worked. It took one to know themselves, to an extent, to utilize their magic to its fullest. One thing was for sure, Toriel was about her Integrity. She didn't like to drop her ideals or morals. It wasn't easy to keep strong in them, but to her they met a lot in their own way.

But what else defined her? I'm curious to a fault. Was one thought, reminding her of just how curious she could get. Often getting her in near trouble from just how much she wanted to search things out. Toriel also said I was cautious and careful. Which makes sense, since I'm always trying to be at least aware of what I'm doing. Trying to think of what sort of person she was, was a little tricky. Her mother would often tell her she was observant, catching onto things. Though Elzia always attributed this to her own curious nature. But what else was she?

Tapping her fork against one of the fried brusslesputes, Elzia found herself at a wall. Was that it? Was there more? Or was she that simplistic? The thought made her twist her face up in wonder and confusion. Knowing who she was would be the key to knowing about her own magic, and in a way? She never thought over herself in that manner before. Maybe question her choices and reflect on past actions. But never ask herself who she was.

But knowing who she was, would allow her to manifest her magic into something. Toriel had the power to conjure fire from her hands and burn them with both fury and gentleness. Papyrus could form bones into staves, batons or make near towers of them. Undyne even showed the ability to form what looked to be a spear made up of magic into a solid shape and form. What did that tell her about their own magic and about their person?

Toriel was pretty clearly cut to Elzia. Looking at the women from over the table, she could see how the motherly monster could be like a fire. Warm, welcoming, something you just wanted to huddle close to. But all the same, had a temperament that could flare out into a pretty dangerous blaze that could make anyone back away. Though unlike a normal fire, it was very much controlled and tempered, almost like a forge in her mind.

Papyrus's magic was a little more different. It was mostly manifested by his nature as a skellington in Elzia's mind. Maybe even inspired by the fact he was training to be a guardsmen with how he called on and used them like batons or staves. While the magic itself was more based around spamming bones in a barrage or making attack formations- formations that were almost choreographed… almost like his puzzles. Confusing at first, but more easily predicted once you understood their pattern.

Undyne… Elzia wasn't sure of. All she got to see was a spear, which told her that the women liked to keep a mid-range in a fight. Or maybe it was something made because of her being captain of the guard? There was no grasp on it.

While she took another bite of her food, Elzia let her mind go further back to another Monster's own magic. Flowey. Out of danger and now just reflecting on how he used it, Elzia began to realize his magic was used in a very fast manner. He used terror tactics at that time, scaring her and making her panic. The Vines were used as a snare to keep her in place, while he pelted her with small and painfully stinging pellets. It was rather cruel and drawn out… but it seemed to fit his deceptive and just as cruel nature. His magic was also kind of a two-pronged attack. One to snare and hold the target in place or control their location, the other to chip away at one's defenses.

Magic seemed almost just as much as a preference as it was a reflection of one's personality. So does that mean I can use my own preferences to get a handle of what my magics like? It was an interesting thought to be sure. And it could allow her to finally puzzle out where to focus herself. But maybe she would think about it at a later date. She felt a yawn coming along and really? It had been a slightly lengthy day. Maybe she could think about it later.

Legs firmly planted. Hands out and ready. Magic focused and for once, balanced. Eyes front and center. Elzia made sure everything about her posture was good and steady. While her mind worked over details about herself, about how she liked to do things and how she had herself set. Maybe she didn't have everything, but it was the feelings that she was trying to feel and hold onto. Those things that made her who she was, or so she felt.

This morning, this day, Elzia was determined to get her magic to form. She didn't really care what it formed into, honestly. All she cared about is to manifest it, summon it and have it before herself. If she wanted to progress, she had to know what her magic was best suited for. Maybe know what it represented so she could move forwards. Even more, to defend herself if things went bad. She just had to focus on that. Even as she gave a sideways glance to a smiling Toriel, making her smile a bit in turn before refocusing.

Slowly, she breathed in and steadied herself. Eyes closed as she slowly amped her Soul's magical power up, bit by bit. She could feel the sensation of her newly acquired and trained strength flow over her. The slight hum of magic wrapping itself around her, coating her in a very thin veil of protection. Part of her wondered if she could make or summon herself actual magical armor.

She wasn't opposed to the idea actually, but Elzia slightly shook her head and refocused. But all the same her mind slipped back to the idea. To have armor over herself. What better form of protection than that? Armor that could allow her to take whatever comes her way. To let her stand her ground or to run away if need be. It would be practical too, if she needed her hands to cast spells. That would be cool. A mage or spellcasters biggest weakness was how long it took to cast a spell, what better way to counterbalance that then with armor?

The idea felt so right to her. The concept of having a protective shell of plated armor over her form, to defend from things that intended to harm her. To guard from things trying to get around her defenses. Though as she thought about it, she almost felt a thrum inside of her. What was that? Was that her magic? She pushed aside her thoughts and tried to focus on that feeling. Hold onto it and will it into being.

Elzia nearly gave a startled 'eep' when something seemed to clamp all over her body. It made her lose focus and just like that, whatever had gotten over her was gone in wisps of blue magic. While she looked over herself, trying to figure out what happened.

"Elzia!" Toriel spoke in excitement, causing the human to snap her head over to the woman. "You almost had it!" A large smile in place as she looked so proud. "You lost focus when it happened, try again like before." Motioning for the girl to try again.

Letting out a breath and getting herself ready, Elzia tried again. Though this time she tried to stir up that feeling from before. Now that she had something to go off of. With another long breath, Elzia focused and slowly raised her magic. Feeling it coil, mold and soon enough, snap into a shape. She almost flinched, but expecting it this time, Elzia held it. She relaxed and reopened her eyes. Almost blinking at what looked to be an almost transparent blue armor.

Did… did I seriously just imagine armor and form my magic into it? The teen really had trouble getting over this fact. She was seeing it, but her mind couldn't comprehend. She could only stare down at the transparent blue plated gauntlet like armor over her arms and hands. Then looked down over her chest where there was now a breastplate. Even her legs seemed to have a plated armor-like appearance. Though as she held it, had the seemingly feather-light armor on her? Elzia began to feel a bit… tired.

Eventually, she let out a gasp of air and her armor, and in turn aura, flickered and went out. Bending over, she leaned on her knees and felt suddenly exhausted again. And not long after, Toriel was right there to help hold her up.

Despite the sudden fatigue she was feeling, Elzia still couldn't help but blink in astonishment. Even as she heard Toriel, "well done, Elzia! You did it!"

"I wish I knew what 'it' was." Elzia breathed out, and soon asked while looking up. "Did I just make myself armor?"

Nodding quickly, Toriel smiled, "you did." And quickly asked, "what were your feelings and thoughts before it manifested?"

"Honestly?" Nearly gasped the human still trying to catch her breath, "I-I just wanted protection. And, we-well, something that." Pausing to again take a breath, "that was… practical. Like, free hands to cast spells. I-I thought of armor and…"

Nodding, Toriel gently helped Elzia along as she said, "you certainly surprised me when you made armor of all things. Though from the looks of it, you used much of your strength to make it." And made a frowen while telling, "you may need more time learning of your Aura before you try once again. Or perhaps manifest something smaller?"

"No...joke.." Pant Elzia, "I feel like I just ran… track or… or something…" and once inside and given a chance to sit down, did the Teen just fall down and let out a long groan of exhaustion.

With a giggle, Toriel said, "just rest there, child. I will return with something to help get your energy back." And headed for the kitchen. Her smile returning to full force at Elzia's progress. She wondered what Sans told the human girl for pointers to get such results?