[He turns and lightning hovers, fixed, paused. It crackles above the sand, blue and bright. It's impossible, but Billy is made of impossible stuff.
He changes it.
He wills the reality of it to change. The lightning turns into stars, only the stars look like lightning, and then he lets it go. It crashes into the sand with a red and gold spark of energy, and then Billy walks over to it.
The glass is a strange molten thing, so he kicks some sand over it and waits for a minute, and when it's cool enough to touch (but still warm) he picks it up. It looks like the night sky in a blobby, strange shape, swirls of galaxy and stars trapped in an impossible fragment of glass. There's sand wedged in there, too, grains of it that didn't pulverize and melt.
He turns and offers it to Kavinsky.]
I'm so tired of people telling me that all my magic is stupid and doesn't work.
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[He turns and lightning hovers, fixed, paused. It crackles above the sand, blue and bright. It's impossible, but Billy is made of impossible stuff.
He changes it.
He wills the reality of it to change. The lightning turns into stars, only the stars look like lightning, and then he lets it go. It crashes into the sand with a red and gold spark of energy, and then Billy walks over to it.
The glass is a strange molten thing, so he kicks some sand over it and waits for a minute, and when it's cool enough to touch (but still warm) he picks it up. It looks like the night sky in a blobby, strange shape, swirls of galaxy and stars trapped in an impossible fragment of glass. There's sand wedged in there, too, grains of it that didn't pulverize and melt.
He turns and offers it to Kavinsky.]
I'm so tired of people telling me that all my magic is stupid and doesn't work.