after?"
Morgan thought about it. She was often scraping herself throughout the day on Flynn's fishing boats. It was normal for those in an active lifestyle and she didn't know many fishermen that weren't used to nicks and scrapes as part of their daily routine. She looked down at her arms, and saw no marks there.
"I suppose that I do, though I've never though about it. In fact, I have no scars anywhere," Morgan said, looking down at herself and lifting her arms to look.
Her heart stopped.
Just for a second, panic raced through her. Breathe, Morgan, just breathe , she told herself.
"What happened? What's wrong?" Fiona said, standing over her, running her hands over Morgan's body, feeling for something.
Morgan held up her left hand, palm up. A thin white ridge sliced across her palm, a scar that looked like it had been there forever.
Except it hadn't.
Fiona reached for her hand, running her finger over the smooth white line that broke the creases in her palm.
"This wasn't there yesterday, was it?"
Morgan shook her head, unable to comprehend how living through a remembered past in her soul could bring to surface the scar.
"This is powerful magick," Fiona whispered and leaned down to press a kiss to Morgan's palm. "This is also an incredible gift. I think she wanted you to remember that you aren't alone. Whenever you doubt yourself or feel lonely, look down at that scar and know that you are loved."
Morgan swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat, unable to comprehend or process all of the emotions that were swarming through her. She closed her palm and brought it to her lap, running her fingers over the smooth ridge in her palm. As a reminder, it was a brilliant one.
"How could this happen? I don't understand," Morgan said.
"I don't quite know. Yet, the power of Grace O'Malley never ceases to surprise me."
Turning, Fiona gestured to the objects she had placed on the table. A few rocks, a crystal, a stick, and a cup.
"First, I'd like to see how your power works. You're the first that I know of that can move inanimate objects. Can you do that for me?"
Morgan raised an eyebrow at her and then, reaching out with her mind, she visualized the cup rising into the air. The cup did as she asked, hovering two feet above the table, staying completely still in the air.
"Wow, just wow," Fiona murmured. "It doesn't even shake."
"I can hold it like this while I talk," Morgan said, not looking at the cup; instead her eyes followed the dogs across the fields.
"So you don't even have to watch it?"
"Nope." Morgan shrugged.
"Can you hold more than one thing at a time?"
Morgan smiled, and for the first time really enjoying showing off her power, she lifted every item on the table and circled them around Fiona.
Fiona's warm brandy eyes lit with delight as she watched the items dance around her. They swooped in a circle and then lined up in front of them both, hovering about four feet off of the grass.
Like a bullet, Ronan shot across the lawn and launched himself into the air, snagging the stick neatly from the line of objects in the air and landing adeptly, before racing across the grass again.
"Ronan!" Morgan shouted out a peal of laughter, as did Fiona, the objects dropping to the grass in front of them.
"I guess we shouldn't use a stick for this. That's my fault," Fiona laughed, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Though I could really add to his game of fetch." Morgan laughed and laughed, having fun with her powers for the first time in her life.
"Oh, he would just love that. Maybe when we are finished here you can play with him a bit."
"Yes, I will." Morgan smiled at Fiona.
"So, I noticed that when you were startled, the items dropped from the air. Why did that happen?"
Morgan thought about it. "I stopped visualizing them in the air, I guess."
"And yet, when you are distracted, like during a kiss, objects will levitate."
"Yes."
"So there is a correlation somewhere with focusing and not focusing. I'm not
Morgan thought about it. She was often scraping herself throughout the day on Flynn's fishing boats. It was normal for those in an active lifestyle and she didn't know many fishermen that weren't used to nicks and scrapes as part of their daily routine. She looked down at her arms, and saw no marks there.
"I suppose that I do, though I've never though about it. In fact, I have no scars anywhere," Morgan said, looking down at herself and lifting her arms to look.
Her heart stopped.
Just for a second, panic raced through her. Breathe, Morgan, just breathe , she told herself.
"What happened? What's wrong?" Fiona said, standing over her, running her hands over Morgan's body, feeling for something.
Morgan held up her left hand, palm up. A thin white ridge sliced across her palm, a scar that looked like it had been there forever.
Except it hadn't.
Fiona reached for her hand, running her finger over the smooth white line that broke the creases in her palm.
"This wasn't there yesterday, was it?"
Morgan shook her head, unable to comprehend how living through a remembered past in her soul could bring to surface the scar.
"This is powerful magick," Fiona whispered and leaned down to press a kiss to Morgan's palm. "This is also an incredible gift. I think she wanted you to remember that you aren't alone. Whenever you doubt yourself or feel lonely, look down at that scar and know that you are loved."
Morgan swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat, unable to comprehend or process all of the emotions that were swarming through her. She closed her palm and brought it to her lap, running her fingers over the smooth ridge in her palm. As a reminder, it was a brilliant one.
"How could this happen? I don't understand," Morgan said.
"I don't quite know. Yet, the power of Grace O'Malley never ceases to surprise me."
Turning, Fiona gestured to the objects she had placed on the table. A few rocks, a crystal, a stick, and a cup.
"First, I'd like to see how your power works. You're the first that I know of that can move inanimate objects. Can you do that for me?"
Morgan raised an eyebrow at her and then, reaching out with her mind, she visualized the cup rising into the air. The cup did as she asked, hovering two feet above the table, staying completely still in the air.
"Wow, just wow," Fiona murmured. "It doesn't even shake."
"I can hold it like this while I talk," Morgan said, not looking at the cup; instead her eyes followed the dogs across the fields.
"So you don't even have to watch it?"
"Nope." Morgan shrugged.
"Can you hold more than one thing at a time?"
Morgan smiled, and for the first time really enjoying showing off her power, she lifted every item on the table and circled them around Fiona.
Fiona's warm brandy eyes lit with delight as she watched the items dance around her. They swooped in a circle and then lined up in front of them both, hovering about four feet off of the grass.
Like a bullet, Ronan shot across the lawn and launched himself into the air, snagging the stick neatly from the line of objects in the air and landing adeptly, before racing across the grass again.
"Ronan!" Morgan shouted out a peal of laughter, as did Fiona, the objects dropping to the grass in front of them.
"I guess we shouldn't use a stick for this. That's my fault," Fiona laughed, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Though I could really add to his game of fetch." Morgan laughed and laughed, having fun with her powers for the first time in her life.
"Oh, he would just love that. Maybe when we are finished here you can play with him a bit."
"Yes, I will." Morgan smiled at Fiona.
"So, I noticed that when you were startled, the items dropped from the air. Why did that happen?"
Morgan thought about it. "I stopped visualizing them in the air, I guess."
"And yet, when you are distracted, like during a kiss, objects will levitate."
"Yes."
"So there is a correlation somewhere with focusing and not focusing. I'm not
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