[His expression goes serious and thoughtful, suddenly looking more teacherly than boyish, and Myfanwy straightens her shoulders. Right. She's competent. She's new, but she can do this.
She brings her hand down this time with more care, sweeping across with fingers outstretched. It still doesn't have Yuuri's grace, but it's less halting.]
A line!
[But it just feels like words to her, words and a gesture like she's pointing something out. There's not even a single spark of magic.]
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She brings her hand down this time with more care, sweeping across with fingers outstretched. It still doesn't have Yuuri's grace, but it's less halting.]
A line!
[But it just feels like words to her, words and a gesture like she's pointing something out. There's not even a single spark of magic.]