Training isn't really going well. Lucem is being very patient, though, and it makes Atelier wish he would at least lose his temper for once so she doesn't have to feel so guilty about wasting their time.
"I don't think I can do this," she mumbles, glaring tiredly at the trinkets on the table in front of her. So far, she has managed to wiggle maybe three of them. It's quite pathetic. "I don't know how you do it? Do you say a spell, or…?"
"No, your highness," Lucem says. At his command, books fly from the shelves before rearranging themselves accordingly. To him, this is child's play. He makes it look so effortless. "It should come naturally. Your Materia and you are one. It's an extension of you."
"Uh huh."
