User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-30014014-20190713203537/@comment-30014014-20190715000610

The spoonful is lost between the two gaps to her mouth. Alex now consumes it, tastes it in every manner she can. Her expression is that of neutrality still, carefuly judging what had found its way to her jaws. Nothing...

Then...a flash. Her eyes, snapping wide open. Her irises, shimmering in their brightest. Her body, prone to shivers. The mask on her hip, agaped, surprised. Her entire being snaps in a condensated den of ether, burst into light as flame would upon the bark of a tree. It rushes upward, filtering through the roof and coloring ther sky in her will, almost promising an atmosphere beyond the day. Deeper than the night.

Every object close to her surrounding is suddenly conveyed against the authority of gravity, hovering in a frozen image. All of it for the briefest life of three seconds.

Then, the snap dies as quickly as it was born.The sky returns to its circadian state. The objects fall as they were, as if they never lifted. Her expression returns to that of placid neutrality. The entire atmosphere acts as if nothing changed.

"I must admit..." Her spoon plunges a second time in the pudding "...this is quite agreeable. What do you call it?"