El tries to contain her smile, but it peeks out in her eyes all the same. The rocks that she's allowed to move are all different sizes, and she starts small, to get a feel for them.

Sometimes, her powers feel like a hand she can't see: grabbing, or pushing, or throwing. She knows it's there, can sort of feel what she's holding, but it isn't the same as her body. The first rock is solid, dense, but easy to lift all the same. She doesn't even get a nosebleed.