[Words meant as a measure of caution to keep a modest bit of distance from the spot, Nel drops to kneel on only one knee as she plants both her hands flat to the ground. Her gold colored gaze fixates on the space beneath her hands as she takes a steadying breath to focus and draws the warmth out of her chest towards her hands. Pouring a steady stream of that magical energy from her chest downward as her hair washes green, the ground cracks open as a sprout shoots upwards rapidly. As the sapling climbs upwards towards the sky with leaves bursting out in increasing numbers while branches begin to stretch in various directions, Nel rises to stand with her hands hovering close to the tree and her hair beginning to drift upwards. It grows and grows, shade passing over the girl in the process and even spreading to cover over her grandfather if he has stayed near. As the tree finally slows in claiming its space in the world, it shudders to a halt towering somewhere over 6 meters in height.
Concentration ending, Nel cranes back her head to stare upwards into the pristine branches of the tree. The bark under her hands is clean of any moss or signs of weathering, the tree in perfect health. She stares only a moment before she laughs in glee.
Seconds after, and she wilts forward to slide down to the ground leaning on the tree she made for support. Fatigue dims her voice, hair falling back to the whim of gravity as the green gradually begins to fade.]
I...I did it! Haha...I made...made a whole oak tree...! Grandpa, look...!
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Okay Grandpa, I’m going to give it my all!
[Words meant as a measure of caution to keep a modest bit of distance from the spot, Nel drops to kneel on only one knee as she plants both her hands flat to the ground. Her gold colored gaze fixates on the space beneath her hands as she takes a steadying breath to focus and draws the warmth out of her chest towards her hands. Pouring a steady stream of that magical energy from her chest downward as her hair washes green, the ground cracks open as a sprout shoots upwards rapidly. As the sapling climbs upwards towards the sky with leaves bursting out in increasing numbers while branches begin to stretch in various directions, Nel rises to stand with her hands hovering close to the tree and her hair beginning to drift upwards. It grows and grows, shade passing over the girl in the process and even spreading to cover over her grandfather if he has stayed near. As the tree finally slows in claiming its space in the world, it shudders to a halt towering somewhere over 6 meters in height.
Concentration ending, Nel cranes back her head to stare upwards into the pristine branches of the tree. The bark under her hands is clean of any moss or signs of weathering, the tree in perfect health. She stares only a moment before she laughs in glee.
Seconds after, and she wilts forward to slide down to the ground leaning on the tree she made for support. Fatigue dims her voice, hair falling back to the whim of gravity as the green gradually begins to fade.]
I...I did it! Haha...I made...made a whole oak tree...! Grandpa, look...!