Kalinda thought for a moment "the only ideas I have are dancing, or desert" she said

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Phoebe was laying on her back, deep in thought, moving her hands about, vines twisting , uncurling, twisiting around as she contemplated somethings. 

Like the school, and what she was doing here with her mother. Being able to train with her mother, she got a sense of just what she could do with her powers, rather than just training what she knew about them. She missed her friends, missed the daily lessons though. 

[i]"they're afraid of how strong you could be[/i] her mother's words rang through her mind. Were they true? Or was she afraid of how strong she could be? She didn't know, despite contemplating this for hours. 

She sighed and sat up, waving a hand, the vines dropped and fell as if they were rope.