Maybe? It might be worth a try. [She has to practice her witch craft somehow.
Justine flexes her fingers gently, feeling the warmth of Prompto's torso beneath her palm. She focuses on those thin threads of energy, feeling them as if they're balanced precariously in her palm. She tries to move away slowly but ends up stumbling into Prompto.] Hold on. I think I can do this.
[She closes her eyes this time and focuses. She imagines a thread and tugs at it in an attempt to unravel the magic. Justine doesn't know if it works, so she tugs harder this time she flies backwards, landing unceremoniously on the ground in front of Prompto.]
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Justine flexes her fingers gently, feeling the warmth of Prompto's torso beneath her palm. She focuses on those thin threads of energy, feeling them as if they're balanced precariously in her palm. She tries to move away slowly but ends up stumbling into Prompto.] Hold on. I think I can do this.
[She closes her eyes this time and focuses. She imagines a thread and tugs at it in an attempt to unravel the magic. Justine doesn't know if it works, so she tugs harder this time she flies backwards, landing unceremoniously on the ground in front of Prompto.]
Ouch.