She hums thoughtfully. She attempts to do more with the intangible thing, feeling very much like someone flailing about in the dark, if that someone were not a vampire, and were in fact in danger of tripping over a stray shoe and having an unexpected introduction between their face and the ground.
...
It feels very much like pulling something. Or - no, the thing is unchanged. She's not pulling. Copying, maybe? Copying a blueprint of, maybe.
She switches from a tree to the ground, and repeats this thing.
She now has two sort-of-blueprints. One for grass and some dirt, one for tree bark.
"I am definitely copying something but I have no idea what it's for."
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She hums thoughtfully. She attempts to do more with the intangible thing, feeling very much like someone flailing about in the dark, if that someone were not a vampire, and were in fact in danger of tripping over a stray shoe and having an unexpected introduction between their face and the ground.
...
It feels very much like pulling something. Or - no, the thing is unchanged. She's not pulling. Copying, maybe? Copying a blueprint of, maybe.
She switches from a tree to the ground, and repeats this thing.
She now has two sort-of-blueprints. One for grass and some dirt, one for tree bark.
"I am definitely copying something but I have no idea what it's for."