She sat amid the perfumed bubbles of her bath. The water was turning
cold, but she didn't care.
She was concentrating.
She held
her hand perpendicular, several inches above the water's surface. Her
fingers splayed like a fan.
She drew a stream of water up like
string with her mind, weaving it like a silk ribbon around her
fingers.
A rap came at the door and broke her focus. Gravity
dropped the water with a graceless splash.
“Lady Helen?”
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