"Kamila, cover this rock in repulsive qila"
She closes her eyes and turns her palm up.
After a moment a translucent green liquid oozes out of the middle of her palm. She smothers the small rock with qila.
She've gotten good at this. Only one year ago, all the qila she created was yellow and didn't have any use. They didn't lie when they said children grow up fast. She's 8 and can already control her qila.
"Is this good?"
"It's not bad"
"Can I keep the stick, cal?"
"You can't it'll take too much space"
With a sad face she lightly throws the rock onto the ground. It levitates with the height of a pinky finger.
That's too weak. Looks like she'll need to improve her qila concentration.