Sunny poured a healthy pinch of the powder into her palm and after taking a moment to study Spencer's injuries, she closed her eyes to concentrate. The first time she'd done this had been after Jibaku had tried to beat her up, leaving a nasty bruise on her arm that she hadn't wanted her mother to see. Fixing it had hurt a lot, because she hadn't had the focus to do it properly. She'd learned, since then. There shouldn't be any pain.
She focused on the image in her mind, the flow of blood, the burst vessels under the skin. And when she had a clear image in her mind, she blew, letting the powder fly.
It was not a grave injury; the damage would be swift to heal.
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Date: 2015-11-02 06:10 am (UTC)She focused on the image in her mind, the flow of blood, the burst vessels under the skin. And when she had a clear image in her mind, she blew, letting the powder fly.
It was not a grave injury; the damage would be swift to heal.