[wanda smiles at him, at how open carl is to wanting to understand something that is otherwise so unknown to him (and perhaps impossible in his world).]
Remember not to put limitations on yourself. Magic is about confidence in the unknown.
[and that gentle intention of his, of just greeting nature? she catches onto that, and she thinks it's sweet. instead of making a comment about it, as she is sure will embarrass any teen his age, she listens to what he says.]
Good. [softly,] That's good.
Now, as you are, remember the color of the grassβof the flowers. Their size, what they look like, every small imperfection. Mold that into your mind β just from what you remember, no need to be perfect.
no such thing :')
Remember not to put limitations on yourself. Magic is about confidence in the unknown.
[and that gentle intention of his, of just greeting nature? she catches onto that, and she thinks it's sweet. instead of making a comment about it, as she is sure will embarrass any teen his age, she listens to what he says.]
Good. [softly,] That's good.
Now, as you are, remember the color of the grassβof the flowers. Their size, what they look like, every small imperfection. Mold that into your mind β just from what you remember, no need to be perfect.