"Let us hope not many," he said, watching her. It would be a lie to say he did not feel some apprehension, but he was doing as she told him - to focus on the good, to trust it would be enough.
And despite her moving his hand, which had seemed to be the cause of the ice before, nothing seemed to happen. It was enough of an improvement that the idea of purposely attempting to use the magic did not make him immediately start to worry.
Perhaps he could do this.
At the very least, focusing on a target was something he knew how to do. It was strange calling upon his knowledge of shooting an arrow for this, but the familiarity was something he would not complain about. As for his good thought - he was hard pressed to think of anything happier than his son's birth, and he let those emotions flow over him.
It was not ice that came from him, but a wispy beam of snow and frost. It swirled in a small, easy arc as it splashed against the wall. When the snow settled, an almost beautiful pattern of frost remained stuck to where he had focused the magic.
He let out a breath he had not even realized he was holding, eyes widening as he glanced at Regina, awaiting her own reaction.
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Date: 2014-06-04 04:35 pm (UTC)And despite her moving his hand, which had seemed to be the cause of the ice before, nothing seemed to happen. It was enough of an improvement that the idea of purposely attempting to use the magic did not make him immediately start to worry.
Perhaps he could do this.
At the very least, focusing on a target was something he knew how to do. It was strange calling upon his knowledge of shooting an arrow for this, but the familiarity was something he would not complain about. As for his good thought - he was hard pressed to think of anything happier than his son's birth, and he let those emotions flow over him.
It was not ice that came from him, but a wispy beam of snow and frost. It swirled in a small, easy arc as it splashed against the wall. When the snow settled, an almost beautiful pattern of frost remained stuck to where he had focused the magic.
He let out a breath he had not even realized he was holding, eyes widening as he glanced at Regina, awaiting her own reaction.