"Ah. Meditation will help with that, yeah. For now -" she gives the rock a nudge with the force, enough to pull Daira's attention to it, and then twists the Force around it, gently - it starts unraveling almost immediately, but it's enough to differentiate this rock from the rest.

A note that doesn't quite fit - Daira grabs at that thread and pulls.

The pebble shoots obediently towards her, hitting her solidly on the forehead.

"Ow!"

Pradnakt can't quite help chuckling, just for a moment. "Are you all right?"

"I got it!" grins Daira. "- oh, yeah, I'm fine."

"Good. So, you'll want to lift, not yank - it helps to mirror the movement with your hand, to start, to give yourself an example to work with." She demonstrates, lifting her hand, with the still-floating pebble staying a consistent few inches above it, and then she Force-wraps another pebble for Daira to try.

Daira picks up the pebble and tries to imagine it held up by the Force, conducting a high note up with a sweep of her hand - 

She watches the floating pebble for second, confirming its stability, and then bounces with joy. The Force listens! to her! In her excitement, she loses her concentration and the pebble drops back into her open palm, but that doesn't diminish her happiness in the slightest.

More grin. "You're quick at this."

"It feels..." she searches for a word. "Right."

"Yeah. It's - some people never notice that they're sensitive, and they seem to do okay? But I can't imagine it. The Force is important."

"Saved my life more than once, once I learned to listen to it. When I first started hearing it was just everywhere, in everything, this never-ending symphony. Still is, but I can handle it better, I guess. I wouldn't trade it for - most anything." She looks down, lost in thought. 

"Yeah, it'll do that." She pauses for a moment, watching. "It doesn't steer us wrong, even if it's hard to tell sometimes."

"I hope so." She shakes her head slightly and holds out the pebble again. "Should I try again?"

"If you want. We've got a little bit before dinner, I think." She fixes the pebble again.

And Daira practices with the pebble, and by the time the food's ready can manage nearly a minute floating it steadily a couple inches above her hand.

Pradnakt continues to be quietly delighted by her progress.

Dinner is a stew of beef and potatoes and carrots, nicely seasoned, with a mug of tea - an imported delicacy, here - for each of them; Daisy takes the rock by Pradnakt for her seat when she's passed everything out.

Daira nods gratefully to Daisy and wraps her hands around the mug to warm them. She watches Daisy's movements with an ingrained wariness, unable to track her Force-signature as she usually does.

Pradnakt eats in silence - she signs briefly to the droid after tasting her meal, and otherwise seems content to focus on her meal, and whatever it is she's doing with the Force. She never quite stops using the Force; it's still not clear what the effects around her do, but there are several of them, and it's clear that she has plenty of practice at them.

(That one might be a warming effect; it wasn't there when they first met, probably - it's a little hard to tell, with so many things going on - but it's been getting steadily more prominent as the evening's chill sets in.)

Pradnakt's presence in the Force is still the most interesting thing in the vicinity; Daira keeps a metaphorical eye on the way the Force moves around her, and lifts her head to look curiously at her when she notices something new.

She identifies them, usually, when Daira questions - farsight, and something to enhance her hearing (far more intricate than the farsight), and something to help her memory, and, yes, that's a warming effect, and danger sense, and, eventually, one that she identifies as a mental effect, something to help her get to sleep: "It's gentler, if I start it early. Or I could do without - we can use the Force instead of any of our physical needs, temporarily - but I don't like to do that lightly."

It's getting cold enough that she asks if the warming effect can be extended to her, after sitting firmly on her first impulse to demand to learn all of them immediately. She settles for trying to pick out the way each feels in the Force, humming softly as she examines them one by one. 

It can be, and Pradnakt does, settling it over the entire campsite as a ranged effect, which incidentally makes it much easier to 'see'.

She looks at the way it interacts with her own Force signature, and then asks, "What does it feel like, when you do that?"

"Like using the Force," she shrugs. "A lot of more advanced works don't feel like anything in particular. This one is based in my body's own temperature regulation; I couldn't boil water with it, but it self-regulates, I don't have to worry about overheating."

"How does that work? Can you boil water? Why don't you do that instead of carrying a camp stove, is it particularly hard? Do you -" she cuts herself off and looks somewhat awkwardly down at her feet.

"It's fine. I could; it's not hard, exactly, but it'd take up my attention. Finding fuel would be more efficient."