Angela feels the breath enter in through her parted lips, sharp and brisk. The air travels south, causing her diaphragm to contract and move downwards, thus causing her chest to puff out and her lungs to expand into it. The oxygen floods her insides, flowing life into her body with the simple gesture. Her breathing is deliberate as she meditates on this mountain. Inhale for a few short beats, holding it for twice as long, and exhales through a longer span. It slows her heart rate and forces her mind to slow with it. It’s cathartic, being so high up from the rest of the world and savoring nature. And Angela has had Switzerland her whole life, enjoying its nature to the fullest while a child. If only she had such luxuries as an adult to while away her days in the lush verdant forests or snowcapped mountains. It’s why she relishes this moment with Daniel, even if neither speak much. Not vocally, at least.
Coming up here had been a marvelous idea on Krayt’s behalf. Even someone as naive as Angela could feel how the magical winds coalesced around her soul. It had only been a few days since Angela mastered a passive cognizance over the winds. Whereas before she had no prior knowledge nor ability to sense the flow of magic around her, she was now able to sense it. It thrums in every nook and cranny, she noticed immediately. In the streets of Zürich, out by the coast, even up in this mountain; each locale carried its own unique swirl of the winds. Sometimes one area was stronger in the red winds and weaker in the blue, so on and so forth. She was beginning to pick up on these things as well, but she still felt like such a novice. This was the fundamental basic of understanding the winds and beginning usage of them, so she’d still take it as a victory.
“Yes,” Angela replied softly, sapphire eyes remaining shut as she felt the ebb and flow of the winds. “I feel it like a gentle breeze--but not on my skin. It’s deeper than that. It’s...such a complex feeling, it’s almost impossible for me to describe, though I’m sure you of all people know full well what I’m feeling.” Although her posture was relaxed, Angela had been warring against some exhaustion lately. They had come out at night while everyone else slept. It was perfect for night owls such as themselves. No one would notice them disappear into the dead of night, their lessons illuminated by the moon up above. At this point, the moon had waned considerable and the milky light on the horizon spoke of dawn. They’d have to wrap up soon if Angela wanted any semblance of sleep. At least her schedule would be free enough to allow an extended sleep once they finish up here.
“I,” Angela began, nose scrunching up slightly, “I can feel it, but...manipulating it to any degree seems impossible. I’m grasping out for it, and just as I feel it in my clutch, it passes through. As if it were incorporeal...which, I suppose it is.” The woman frowns, though her eyes continue being shut. Perhaps a new methodology is required. The blonde doctor chides herself internally for using Moira’s own quote, but there’s truth behind it. If grabbing out for the wind isn’t working, perhaps she ought not reach for it at all. Instead of grasping for it, what if she allowed it inside instead?
So, inhaling a deeper breath this time, Angela slowly exhales, lowering her guard and ensuring her body is completely loose. Only once she’s certain her posture is fully relaxed does she attempt to seek out the winds again. There, the white wind exists, pulled toward Angela’s orbit naturally. It rested there, rotating around her body, idle. Another breath. “Bitte,” She mumbles softly, attempting to flex the fire of her soul, to invite the winds to her core. A final breath, and upon the exhale Angela’s eyes finally open. Vibrant blues reappear, and with their arrival came a tiny spark. It would have been unnoticeable if it weren’t still somewhat dark out, but it’s there; a small white mote, pulsing proudly with a triumphant light. It was no bigger than a bouncy ball, but it was a worthy enough achievement to earn a surprised gasp from the blonde.
“Daniel!” Angela exclaims softly, her excitement apparent in both her hushed tone and brightened expression. Reaching out with both hands, she watches as the tiny mote of light floats above her opened palms, bobbing and weaving like a small hummingbird looking for nectar. It brings a mirthful smile to her lips, gentle laughter breaking free from her lips.