[h3][color=f49ac2]「Natalia」[/color][/h3]
A lone girl sits on the wooden floor in the center of her room, cross-legged and deep in thought. Soft pink hair flowed down to the middle of her back, with several stray strands caressing her face. The only movement that could be seen were the wisps of breath that escaped her lips when she breathed out and the occasional flutter from the girl’s closed eyelids. A thin silver bracelet around her wrist winked back at the afternoon sun as light streamed from the single window of the room overlooking the courtyard. Chirps could be heard from the birds flitting about through the trees as well as the occasional creak of the wooden floor from the other orphans shuffling about in the hallway. 

It had only been two weeks since Natalia received her first artifact, and she wasn’t going to slack off on honing her abilities. Psyche was definitely a difficult element to pin down too. It was overwhelming at first, feeling the wave of angst, sadness, and anger wash over her when she activated the bracelet. Liravel Orphanage didn’t mistreat its occupants, but that also didn’t mean that the orphans were getting the emotional support they needed. Tears started streaming down Natalia’s face nonstop for the next 15 minutes as she choked back sobs, her entire body shaking from the force of the emotion. Thankfully, Natalia had the wits about her to seclude herself in her own room before messing with her artifact. She could have turned the bracelet off, but Natalia persevered through the torrent of feelings. She slowed her breathing and took ragged gasps of air. [i]I need to get used to this. I need to get used to this. It’s for the sake of my future.[/i] Natalia tried recentering her concentration around herself and failed several times, getting swept up in the maelstrom of angst, before she was able to detach herself from everything. Only then did Natalia deactivate her bracelet, unsteadily got up, and examined herself in the mirror. She looked like a total wreck -- her pink locks were tangled up, eyes watery and puffy from crying, beads of sweat dotted her forehead, visible red marks from when she gripped her arm too hard, and the tear stains that pathed down her face. Natalia grinned to herself at the irony of it all. Someone like her, a person who ran away from the things she didn’t like, forced to face not only her own emotions, but also the emotions of others. Natalia wiped her face with a towel and laid down on her bed. Well, she was certainly going to need to train more. [i]Probably after I look normal again and get a drink of water so I feel less dehydrated from crying.[/i]

Since then, Natalia had been shut in her room meditating as well as testing and training her newfound Psyche powers. Natalia reveled in her ability to sense the minds around her, they were like soft lights flickering with activity, each one unique. She only went out for food, water, and other essentials. Her perspective shifts as the sparrow cranes its head to survey its surroundings. Foliage partially blocks her view, but otherwise everything is sharp and vibrant. She could see green shoots peeking up from the ground and the already blooming flowers paint a mosaic of colors in the courtyard. Sometimes, it felt like Natalia went blind whenever she stopped seeing through a bird’s eyes. But Natalia could experience whatever the bird did, such as the muscles working as the avian beat its wings, the soft crunch of bark in its talons, and the light breeze ruffling its feathers. This was peace.