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[ looking troubled at that. ] No... I...

... Are you certain?

[ she comes over, slowing as she nears mizu, holding out a hand... until it touches something solid. she gasps and pulls her hand back in surprise. ]

[purities]

[welcome to the tingle mingle]

So you feel it, too.

[trifocal]

Yes... [ well, the tingly spot didn't like, burn her hand off, so she tries touching it again, feeling around it. ]

It's like a solid wall... This must be magic. Even though I cannot sense anything...

[purities]

[ugh... mizu looks doubly annoyed when she brings up magic. like, yes, it must be. but also--]

Is all magic usually this much of a nuisance?

[trifocal]

No, not usually.