"It's kind of like I am pulling a ghost image of things? And I just store it in my perfect memory. What is this, figuring out the structure of things...?"

That doesn't feel right, though. This feels - active. Sort of. Can she do anything with the copies? ... No, not without the intangible thing, anyway. She picks up a rock and extends the intangible thing into it, and attempts to do something with the copies. ... She pulled for the copies, maybe she can push?

She pushes.

The rock now has a bit of it that is made of bark.





"I have transmutation," she says, softly and slightly triumphant.