Impressed with Hook's insight, Regina bit back her usual snark where he was concerned. He did know Emma better than anyone but her mother, and in this case, "He's not wrong," she allowed. "Closer to right than not, anyhow."
She caught a glance at the server for their section and made the universal gesture for another round. And in the meantime, she channeled magic through her fingertips, not a spell, just a magical "effect", more or less, and warmed both of their drinks. "Nothing worse than lukewarm coffee," came her murmured explanation.
"Inborn magic is directly tied to emotion, which is why it tends to show up first when you're threatened or pissed off." Emma knew this, but it wouldn't hurt to remind her, if she was ready to listen this time. "Your magic breaks your blocks when you can't afford to let your doubts and your emotions get in your way, but the rest of the time..." A shrug. Sometimes she could access it, sometimes she couldn't, and when she could, her control was miserable.
"Yeah, I know," Emma replied with a light sigh. "I need a lot of work." Even now, after Emma had accepted her home and her fate as the Savior--the magic was just one more thing, one more heavy responsibility that she'd never asked for. Save the town. Save all the happy endings. Learn to use magic you never wanted. And so on, and so on, and so on.
Still, she indulged in only a moment or two of sulky self-pity with her refreshed coffee before she shrugged it off. "When can we start?"
Regina gave her the moment and would have given her more if she needed it. It had taken time and distance to realize it, but Emma's difficulty with accepting her magic wasn't something Regina could force her through. She needed to be patient and try to see it from Emma's place instead of through the lens of her jealousy of Emma's natural ability.
When she asked, Regina didn't let her excitement surface and overwhelm Emma, just said, "You tell me."
Emma smiled a little and moved a shoulder. "My schedule's pretty open." She certainly didn't have as much to keep her busy as Regina did. "So...as soon as possible. Whatever's convenient for you."
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She caught a glance at the server for their section and made the universal gesture for another round. And in the meantime, she channeled magic through her fingertips, not a spell, just a magical "effect", more or less, and warmed both of their drinks. "Nothing worse than lukewarm coffee," came her murmured explanation.
"Inborn magic is directly tied to emotion, which is why it tends to show up first when you're threatened or pissed off." Emma knew this, but it wouldn't hurt to remind her, if she was ready to listen this time. "Your magic breaks your blocks when you can't afford to let your doubts and your emotions get in your way, but the rest of the time..." A shrug. Sometimes she could access it, sometimes she couldn't, and when she could, her control was miserable.
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Still, she indulged in only a moment or two of sulky self-pity with her refreshed coffee before she shrugged it off. "When can we start?"
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When she asked, Regina didn't let her excitement surface and overwhelm Emma, just said, "You tell me."
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wrap?