Ill-Made Martyr [Open]

MaeA Eyes fixed on the man's face, she mirrored his careful smile and withdrew her hand once it seemed like Peter was in control of himself again. Letting her eyes fall to the ground by her feet Maea found a pebble that caught her eye, a colorful array of lines in green beneath a surface polished smooth over the years. Maybe it was a gem, maybe just a rock; she willed it to rise up through the air to hover before her anxious friend, to take or not as he pleased. "I've been told that once we were called Acquired rather than abandoned. 'Ones who have acquired power'. Sounds a bit better to me to be honest, though in the end it's only a word." She had used her abilities more often lately, and there was something comfortable about it that was hard to describe. A sweetness, a sense of well being... and sometimes, like now,  it was even a bit fun. Maea considered the stone, and wondered not för the first time exactly how it worked. The stone was over there and she was here not touching it, and yet there was a connection between her and it. Her thoughts? If she stopoed concentrating on wanting the stone to be there instead of on the ground it would fall, and while she could hold it up without looking it was that much harder to keep it going... It might be interesting to bring the matter to her friends in the guild, see what they could make of it. "Show me" she requested, her smile turning somewhat eager. "What else can you make?" you're so cold, but you feel alive.