*Her hand moves just barely and the lightning jumps to her and licks her clothes, dancing around her body. One braid comes undone and a piece of blue lightning is now circling her with the white one. Slowly she opens her eyes and little lightnings are dancing in her stormy gray eyes. A giggle slips loose.*
TRIS: You tickle. *They talk to her* it's okay, you don't have to be sorry. We can play later, though. I need to work, I might get a teacher, then we can play. *The blue caresses her cheek and goes into the braid that it had left (rebraiding it) and the other goes back up into the sky. The clouds clear away.* Bye.
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