I sit down at a table and put my legs up. I smiled and looked at Jace. "Throw that blue stuff you do with your hands at me, I wanna see how long the forcefield holds it." I smiled again.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I stand up and nodded at Jace. It was fully around me.
The blue stuff comes for me and I close my eyes, trying to keep the sheild from breaking. I let out a breath and open my eyes. It breaks through and I run out of the way, running into the bar, when it hits the wall. I take a deep breath. "It stayed for about 30 seconds." I smiled. "That's cool."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
To be a master of metaphor is the greatest thing by far. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others, and it is also a sign of genius. — Aristotle, Poetics