They both get nods and pleased looks from Snowstar; many of the other students struggle more with the exercise, and need coaching just to focus their mage-sight on particular features like the ley-line nearby. 

After making his way through all the students, Snowstar hands out little stuffed leather balls; he wants them to practice, for now, just trying to push them on the ground so they roll, and then hitting them harder as though kicking them. He circulates through the group, giving commentary and suggestions for how to think about shaping the mage-energies into force. 

Ma'ar doesn't particularly need advice on this one; he can get a reasonably good whack in without touching the ball, and with successive tries can refine his control to get a variety of speeds. 

Aza does not as a rule kick things, since that involves standing on one foot, but she attempts to bat the little ball around like she's a water current, or like she's changing the slope of the ground under it...

This works reasonably well! Both of them get praise from Snowstar and are clearly ahead of the rest of the class; one other boy gets the hang of it almost as quickly, but many of the others struggle, their balls either barely moving or going off in random directions at random speeds. 

Snowstar gives Ma'ar and Azabel and the other boy a harder exercise, to try to lift the ball a few inches in the air and drop it again while staying in control the whole time, and then spends the rest of the class moving amongst the others giving suggestions. 

She will try both of her visualizations for that - envisioning the ground heaving up a bit under the ball, keeping it cupped in a little valley; or the garden flooding, locally to her particular ball, and floating it up.

Both kind of work; the flooding is easier, in a way, she can lift the ball with less concentration and maybe less power, but it also has less control and the ball tends to roll or float around in midair, whereas the imaginary valley is better at holding it steady. 

Ma'ar mostly just imagines using his hands except it's not his real hands it's his magic, like how he imagined slapping the cows when he used to use teeny levinbolts instead of running and prodding them with a stick. It definitely takes focus, and he feels the fatigue of it sooner than Azabel - he's still not as well fed and he slept badly last night because of nerves - but it works well. 

Eventually Snowstar dismisses the class for lunch, with more words of praise for Azabel and Ma'ar in particular. He pats Ma'ar on the shoulder, which makes Ma'ar jump and then forcibly try to relax and not look scared. 

"Next class is in two days," he says. "You can take your balls home, if you wish, these exercises are safe to practice on your own time." 

Aza pockets her ball. She will at minimum have to show Ranara.

Ma'ar hovers close to her. He pushed himself harder than he realized, trying to get the ball as high as possible (he managed almost waist-height) and then shift it around in midair, and now his head hurts and he's a bit lightheaded. 

"...hi?" He looks like he wants something but she declines to read his mind about it unless he wants her to for some reason.

Ma'ar was trying to decide whether to ask about coming over for lunch, because he really doesn't want to be in the dining hall when he's too tired to fight back with magic if anyone tries to hurt him but skipping lunch seems like a bad idea when he's used up so much energy. He's not actually hungry right now but he feels weak and dizzy the same way he does after days without food. Stupid of him. He should've been less stupid and not tired himself out so much... Anyway he's not sure he feels up for walking that far to her house, either. 

:- Just did too much magic, I think: he sends. :Don't feel good: 

:- well, sit down, silly, I'll ask a hertasi for some water and a snack for you: That was what she wanted after unpicking all the set-commands, water and a snack.

Ma'ar nods gratefully and sits down. 

She casts about for nearby hertasi-minds and nudges one to ask for something for him to pep him up.

One of the hertasi weeding a flowerbed nearby is happy to help! He darts inside and comes back with a glass of cool water and a little basket of some bread and cheese plus berries. 

Sitting down and eating and drinking all help; Ma'ar has to force the food down at first, but halfway through his stomach wakes up and remembers to be ravenous. 

"You don't seem as tired?" he says to Azabel, thoughtful. 

"Maybe having practiced with my other Gifts longer helps? Or I was more efficient or something."

"Mmm." He's so tired now, he feels like he could fall asleep right here on the bench. "I should go up to -" yawn, "- to my room. I didn't sleep enough last night." 

"- well, that will do it too, you have to sleep, and eat enough, or you'll wear yourself out trying to do magic."

"I know, I wasn't trying to not sleep enough." He drags himself to his feet. 

"Nightmare?"

Mumblesomething. (Ma'ar doesn't particularly want to think about it right now.) 

She could suggest asking Lionwind but she's not sure that would go over well, he flinched when Snowstar just patted his shoulder. She sits and waits.

Ma'ar shuffles his feet. "Anyway I guess I'll see you at lessons next time," he mutters, and nods to her before trudging off toward the Tower entrance.