[Eleven's mind provides her with the only word she knows for this: Mage. It's what Mike taught her, likening her to a mage in his fantastical game. She watches the way Kettara digs into the sand and murmurs words Eleven doesn't quite grasp, eyes full of fascination. When the small rocks and the sand rise up, she even starts a bit, but her expression is one of fascination and delight.
At Kettara's question, Eleven nods and taps the side of her head.]
Mine is... here.
[She holds out her hand, fingers splayed and concentrates. Eleven lifts rocks up, too - but much more than Kettara did. She lowers them very deliberately, too, fresh blood trickling from her nose.]
I can also... find people.
[But even as she says it, her face falls a little, shadows passing over her eyes. She blinks against wetness a couple of times, then takes a deep breath. Remembers Billy - no, the Mind Flayer - pitching her backwards into the Void, the space that was supposed to be hers, where she was supposed to be in control.
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At Kettara's question, Eleven nods and taps the side of her head.]
Mine is... here.
[She holds out her hand, fingers splayed and concentrates. Eleven lifts rocks up, too - but much more than Kettara did. She lowers them very deliberately, too, fresh blood trickling from her nose.]
I can also... find people.
[But even as she says it, her face falls a little, shadows passing over her eyes. She blinks against wetness a couple of times, then takes a deep breath. Remembers Billy - no, the Mind Flayer - pitching her backwards into the Void, the space that was supposed to be hers, where she was supposed to be in control.
And now she's dead.]