[She can't do that. Well, she can lift things with the Force, but it's an effort, and air isn't involved. Scout remembers this kind of thing from last time, that so many carnies have strange powers; she envies them, but it doesn't feel as personal as if they were simply stronger in the Force. The point on her forehead, what looks like a third horn but small and skin-covered, starts to uncoil.
Scout grins back and curves her tail up behind her close against her back, out of the way.]
Carnies. Never change!
[She takes up the silver hilt of her lightsaber and holds it in a ready position. The blade sings into life. Scout envies a lot of powers, but she wouldn't trade the lot of them for this, her line of heart's fire blue.]
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Scout grins back and curves her tail up behind her close against her back, out of the way.]
Carnies. Never change!
[She takes up the silver hilt of her lightsaber and holds it in a ready position. The blade sings into life. Scout envies a lot of powers, but she wouldn't trade the lot of them for this, her line of heart's fire blue.]
Come on then!