River frowned at the hovering stone, and assumed it had an arm attached to it that she could not see. She followed along the invisible arm, guesstimating the probablities on arm length based on where the stone had first appeared (a pocket, she assumed) and followed up to the shoulder before looking approximately where she assumed the head of the phantom voice was.
Well. At least now she knew that it was corporeal. But she shook her head.
"Wish to stay and help others!" she argued, though he voice was a low mutter. "John can take her."
It was a weak and faulty arguement, and she knew it even as she said it, accepting the stone from Jan. She felt the power coursing through her fingertips, and she frowned, moving to hand it back.
"Cannot use magic," she said, genuinely because she didn't think she could. "Logic escapes me."
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Date: 2009-01-11 11:50 am (UTC)Well. At least now she knew that it was corporeal. But she shook her head.
"Wish to stay and help others!" she argued, though he voice was a low mutter. "John can take her."
It was a weak and faulty arguement, and she knew it even as she said it, accepting the stone from Jan. She felt the power coursing through her fingertips, and she frowned, moving to hand it back.
"Cannot use magic," she said, genuinely because she didn't think she could. "Logic escapes me."