Setting herself into a neutral stance, she goes through a gesture slowly, letting him see how her hands move. Turning, bringing together, and then pulling apart, opening up.
"Imagine that your hands are outlining the shape of what you want. Calling up a spark, and coaxing it into life. Breathe in, and as you breathe out, you say, this is my will. You would have this exist."
And if he's doing it right, then there will be a sensation across the back of his shoulders. Like a kind touch mixed with a good word, something comforting and encouraging to push him along. Something that's been there - because he's there, after all, why should it be foreign?
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Setting herself into a neutral stance, she goes through a gesture slowly, letting him see how her hands move. Turning, bringing together, and then pulling apart, opening up.
"Imagine that your hands are outlining the shape of what you want. Calling up a spark, and coaxing it into life. Breathe in, and as you breathe out, you say, this is my will. You would have this exist."
And if he's doing it right, then there will be a sensation across the back of his shoulders. Like a kind touch mixed with a good word, something comforting and encouraging to push him along. Something that's been there - because he's there, after all, why should it be foreign?