"Proceed carefully. If you apply too much force, you'll destroy what you're trying to work with. If you're too weak, you won't achieve the desired effect. If you can't properly adjust your magic, then don't proceed at all."
Vaelrik took the sphere, staring at it intently.
From that day on, he practiced daily.
But finesse had never been his strong suit.
Every time he grew impatient, the gelatin would shatter.
Yet, when he hesitated, it wouldn't even let him in.
"This is Gavi. This is Gavi," he told himself.
Yes.
This was Gavi's body.
He could not hurt Gavi.
He pressed forward.
Squelch—!
"...It won't go in."
POP!
"Ugh! Again?!"
Vaelrik groaned, burying his face in his hands.
This was the kind of thing that Kaelion or his younger sister, Nyx, excelled at.
Not him.
Not once had he succeeded.
"What am I supposed to do…?"
Maybe he needed to take things slowly.
Would Gavi wait for him?
He didn't want to cause any pain.
But he did want to grant his request.
