8th sketch

[memory_fixer]

[There's a sigh of frustration, and as the PCD reveals, Namine is standing in a patch of sunlight just outside her treepod. She concentrates on her outstretched hand, focusing all her attention on it. For a moment, something flickers, just at the tips of her fingers. There's a another flicker, almost like a dark spark that signifies the opening of

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[ff_red_turk]

... What were you trying to do ?

[memory_fixer]

Oh, I was trying to see if I could make a portal, even if it was just a little one. It didn't work.

[ff_red_turk]

A portal ?

[cornered_circle]

... Tryin' t'do magic-things?

[memory_fixer]

No, just trying to see if I could make an alternate means of transportation.

[cornered_circle]

Oh? Didn't see any tools....

[shouldergami]

Are ya tryin' t'sparkle?

[memory_fixer]

Sparkle...oh, no. Was trying to make a portal, like a friend of mine did, that's all.