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Xanara couldn't help but notice how the boy stood up a bit more. She'd noticed that people tend to do that because they feel self conscious. Not that she really meant to make people feel that way, it was just the way it was. There was the hope that her demeanor was enough to disarm any negative feelings. [color=DeepPink]"Definitely something new. Not the first school I've attended that was away from home but that was a school for the arts not for magic." [/color]Even though, technically, she didn't manipulate magic in the same way as others. She imposed her will on space or time or both and tried to change it. 

[color=DeepPink]"Distance is relative, but, yes, I guess you'd call it pretty far away. Very different from here, that's for sure. The buildings are so cold, impersonal. So, what's your name? And what brings you here? I heard they take people with all sorts of abilities."[/color] She was curious, honestly. Her island was filled with Shamanistic magic. And then there was her, the anomaly. The psychic. Were there others like her here? Only time would tell. 

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