Day 84, Season of Summer, 507 AV
They were sitting outside in Alvadas where illusion had made the streets seem soft sand, in a narrow place where there was no traffic to see or know. Her father was holding up his jacket. "I know you can do it," he said. And Kit leaned forward, squinting at it, sighed and ruffled up her hair. She closed her eyes breathed haaaa out. It was easier to find her center now that she ahd done so much practice, easier to empty her mind. It was like clearing the table before settling down for a project, so she could turn her heart away from distractions and bring her attention on one thing.
The sand shifted beneath her body as she moved her now-short hair did not fall against her back . . . Kit drew an inverted triangle over her eyes and opened them. She stared at her father's coat, narrowed her attention through it, through it . . . The last time she had tried her mind had a hard time comprehending of 'seeing' past things. But reading an aura was not sight, precisely. It was just a matter of convincing her mind of that.
'Just.' It had taken forever and still she hadn't gotten the hang of it. Until, she thought, lips curling up into a smile, for right now; Kit felt the aura of something else in her father's jacket pocket, not the comfortable softness of the garment itself but something hard and rough. "I see it, papa."
Her father's eyes lit up, shone with a joy and pride that made Kit smile and nearly broke her concentration. She felt a pressure on her temple and the smile faded away, her brows knitting together as she struggled to hold onto the object. "Very good Kit," he said. "Can you tell me anything about it?"
It was hard, very hard to even hang on. Kit flared her nostrils, leaned forward and narrowed her eyes. It didn't help, not directly, but like gestures it helped to frame her intent, to coax her magic into working properly. The aura was a homogeneous mass, bare bones and simple compared to the near-blinding aura of a person or animal. Kit traced an inverted triangle on her palm, tried to get a better feel of the thing. Again she realized it felt rough, and in a way that was familiar. Familiar . . . Realization took Kit, and she cut off the spell, smiling wide. "It's the stone!" She sang. "The stone you used to teach me."
Her father smiled, leaned forward, tousled Kit's hair. "Lhex loves me," he said. "He could not have given me a better daughter." Kit smiled, hunched her shoulders and basked in her father's praise.