>Try again. This time, try not to lose ourself into the moment quite so much, so we're ready for Marisa to do something silly.
> You decide to try something different. As soon as you start breathing again Marisa starts in with her catcalls.
> Rather than losing touch, you try to block out outside sound.
> You are your breath, filling your lungs and changing your blood.
> You are your breath, rushing back out into the air, ready to be changed.
> Sound dies away as the sound of your breathing fills your ears. Marisa's calls fade, punctuated by the odd jab to your shoulder.
> You hands hot, you conjure an orb. Commanding it to float, it hovers about 10 cm above your palm.
> Marisa nods, and you try to listen to her again, the orb falling about 4 cm.
> "Come back out, you have to be able to control them in the real world as well as your own."
> Your breath falls back into its normal rhythm. Hey, the orb is still floating, wow! Marisa smirks.
> "Looks like you're starting to understand it. We should try and get you some more practice."
>_