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[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

WHO: Lyra and Dick
WHERE: An out of the way corner of some park.
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WARNINGS: none.
SUMMARY: Lyra messes around with her powers, and Dick runs across her.
FORMAT: Prose to start

For all it's near constant frustrations, life in the City had some nice parts.

Like having superpowers, which was the reason Lyra and her daemon were in a quiet corner of a park. It started out simply, with a few pebbles and twigs Lyra lifted with a single gesture. Then a few more twigs, then a handful of leaves from a nearby tree joined them, before Lyra glanced behind her shoulder at Pantalaimon watching her lazily from a tree branch, she took a deep breath and got started.

Keep each object moving on a different course, but don't let them touch each other, Lyra reminded herself as she began. She started out slowly, but began to speed up as she and her daemon's focused on the objects in front of them, and the rest of the world seemed to fall away, and Lyra's expression became both more relaxed and more focused, as it sometimes did when she was working on a particularly difficult problem in school.

"And yes, Pan," she muttered in response to her daemons comment on that thought, "I'll do that worksheet after we're done with this."

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[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra's not the greatest at sensing telekinesis, but her own mind is already holding the leaf, so she can feel it, just barely. It's like fingertips brushing against the leaf, instead of another hand grabbing at it. Instead of another-

"I bet you could do more," Lyra suddenly says, peering up at him. "I couldn't do much at first with it either."

"Do it again," Lyra tells him, "And this time, imagine you're grabbing it with an invisible hand- move your real hand like you want the one in your head to move, it helps a lot."

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

He can feel his cheeks starting to warm a little bit already, but he's probably pretty unlikely to get the opportunity to try this with an audience smaller than this one. He lifts a hand up and tries focusing again, this time imagining the fingers taking hold and flicking the leaf upwards. It's definitely not the wind when it twitches, this time.

"Hey, look at that," he says, and breaks into a grin. "You're not a bad teacher."

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra smiles widely in response, at both the compliment and the movement of the leaf.

"Well, I've head some pretty amazing teachers myself- My name's Lyra, who're you?"

[batmantled.livejournal.com]

"Dick," he says, and offers her a hand. Now he knows where that accent's from. "I think we've talked before."

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

At that name, Lyra's eyes widen slightly, as things click into place.

"Oh! Yeah, we have. I'm glad I could help you with your powers!" Lyra told him.

"I had a good teacher for this kind of stuff, but she got 'ported out, so I dunno who you can go to to learn more about it. But you should practice more, see if you can lift stuff," she advised.