Mariko is sitting on the apartment balcony with her notebook, diligently writing out her thoughts for the day. She doesn't really feel like it, she's got a bad cold and would sooner lie in bed being brought miso soup at regular intervals, but she knows she'll feel better if she sorts out her thoughts even if those thoughts are mostly that she hates being sick, and wishes she could assign the part of herself that wants to do things literally every day come what may to her immune system its own body to do this for her.
And, when she imagines that, she gains a new sense. There's something surrounding her, she knows where it is like she knows the location of her own arm. It comes in two parts that tangle together but never quite intermingle, like swirls of paint that never mix together into a single color. One of the parts is bigger than the other.
Currently, it rests in a loose cloud around her. She can move it, easily, intuitively.
She's not on enough cold medicine to be hallucinating.
She waits to see if it goes away.
She... tries unswirling the paint. Big half in front, small half behind her.
Can she write words with it?
Can she get it back after that?
Huh. That might be bad. She will not continue writing words except in cursive.
Cool. She pauses her experiments to write down what she has so far.
That's really interesting.
Hmm, what happens if she brings it into contact with things, like her own body or her pen?
Moving the force into a specific item is different than moving it out in space.
She can imbue an object with the force and the force naturally diffuses to fill the object. If she chooses, she can stop the force from diffusing but she has to intentionally do so. By default, if she touches an object with the force while focusing on that object, it is filled.
When she imbues herself with force, all of her minor injuries are suddenly healed, her cold and any feeling of being sick vanishes, and any mismatched grooming is fixed. Her hair and fingernails become perfectly even. Split ends vanish.
This consumes a significant amount of the force. The exact amount the magic around her has decreased isn't precisely clear, because it still takes up approximately the same space. But it definitely has decreased by a drastic amount. She could estimate that she has roughly 1/3 of the available magic she has before.
- her cold is gone.
Her cold is gone!!!
She can breathe!!!!!
And she can make more of that stuff (it would seem) by taking notes so time to write up all about this weird event!!!
Well, she writes every day.
She has nothing else she can think of to try right now, so she goes to make lunch. She decides not to explain to her mom that she has magic now apparently. Is there any stuff around her mom?
She hasn't done much with the chunk of force she stuck behind her. She decides she'll play with that after lunch - she could technically go back to school for the afternoon but she already took a sick day and also has magic so nah - what has happened to her pen, anything?
She doesn't have infinite things to write about. Good thing this was a pen she liked anyway.
What happens if she uses the second-force (do these forces have any aesthetics she could name them by?) on... a blank notebook?
For the time being she will call healing-force "obverse" and color-changing-force "reverse".
Can she change the color again, to a color of her choosing?