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Brigid awoke in the woods near her house.

It wasn't the first time she'd done so, not here and not at home. Being so connected to the Earth meant that often she'd hike in the outdoors and sometimes rest herself against a tree and fall into a nap, or even full sleep.

This was, though, the first time she'd awakened at the sun's rise, naked as the day she was born, with no knowledge of how she'd gotten there.

"Right then. Somethin's more than a little off with ye, lass," she told herself even though there was no one around to hear her but the trees.

There was something else off, or maybe on was a better word for it. She felt rested, truly rested, for the first time in weeks. As she sat, then stood up and stretched, Brigid did a little self-inventory and smiled. Gone was the nagging fatigue, the fuzziness in her mind. Instead, there was a feeling of being able to take on anything that came her way.

She laughed and dashed for the water for a quick ocean swim as the sun cleared the horizon. She'd revel in the water a bit, change, then head in to the shop. Her fingers nearly itched to get to her clay, to see what it would tell her to create today.

Find Brigid either running/swimming naked near her house, or later at her shop bent over her wheel

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Davin laughs and then lights up as he hops off the stool. He brings the kettle back to the table with him and touches the top of it, making it turn on. Metal he can wield with his mind, but when it comes to electricity he actually has to make contact. It's actually something his grandmother helped train into him. He could probably learn to do it without touch, but he kind of likes having a handicap on a power so potentially dangerous.

He lets go of the kettle because he doesn't need to be touching it after the initial spark, and then smiles up at her. With a small twitch of his nose, the metal lid of the kettle lifts along along with Davin's eyebrow.

Brigid grinned and went with the mood he seemed to want to play with. She turned the tap on and spoke to the water, collecting it in her hands and guiding it into the now warming kettle, then quirked her brow right back at him before turning back to the fridge for marmalade and jam.

"The rest I'll have t'do the boring, human way," she replied with a wink as she went to the breadbox for the cakes.

Davin lights up like a kid as the water flows through the air. It lands in the kettle and he pushes the lid down with a thought before grinning up at her. He never really gets to play around with magic like this, and he's so happy to do it

"Most of it, anyway." He laughs and sends a nudge to the hinges on the breadbox, opening it as she reaches for it.

Brigid shot a look over her shoulder towards him. "Ye like a bit of showin off then, do ya?" she asked, smiling with it, though. She'd been young herself, and not so terribly long ago.

"I'm curious, though. Do ye find ye have t'recharge or somesuch after ye've used too much power, or is it like a well that never runs dry?"

Davin laughs a little and then tilts his head as she speaks, giving it some thought. He shrugs and looks over at the kettle, which has started to boil.

"I don't really do anythin' too big," he says after a moment. "It's sort of like flexin' a muscle, I guess. If I use it too much, it gets tired. Everyday stuff like this and doin' small jobs the garage don't tired me out any, but the other day I was doin' some work on an engine. I kept it lifted for a good chunk of the day and then had to go take myself a nap."

He looks up at her curiously. "What about you?"

"I don't normally use all that much. I mean, I speak t'the clay and glazes as I'm workin, but that's not s'much magic as it is suggestion and guidance t'what's already there. If I need t'move earth, air, or water, I can do it on m'own, but it's better, stronger, if I'm connected t'the earth itself."

She couldn't help wondering if that had anything to do with waking in the forest, but the thought was there and gone in a flash before she set down the cakes and jam. "Come on then. Eat up while the tea readies."

"Is that why sleepwalkin' in the woods is normal for ya?" Davin asks, unknowingly mirroring her thoughts. "Like you're rechargin' yer batteries?"

He grabs a cake and spreads probably too much jam across it as he looks up at her curiously. "I bet me gran would get a big kick outta talkin' to ya."

"I wouldn't say it's normal as I can't remember ever havin done it b'fore, but ye might be onto somethin with the battery recharge. I most certainly feel better'n I have in weeks. Maybe I'll have t'schedule time t'camp more often."

Brigid nibbles on a cake of her own. "I'd imagine we'd have a bit to chat about at that, and I'd be interested t'talk t'her as well."

"Maybe! But be safe out there, aye? An' maybe bring a change of clothes." He winks and reaches for another cake, wriggling happily at being fed. "I bet she'd like that. An' she knows way more than me. She pretty much only told me what I needed t'know, I bet. She has Skype, an' I can ask her t'give ya a call, if you'd like?"

"Sometimes that's th'smarest way t'handle power newly recognized, I'd think," Brigid nodded, approving. "We're born with our gifts in m'family, and have full use of 'em from th'time we're old enough t'form th'words t'summon them. I would like t'speak with yer gran, though. Maybe we have some acquaintances in common, yer family and mine."

"That would be awesome," Davin says as he timidly grabs another cake. He doesn't want to be greedy; they're just so good. "And entirely possible. My gran's the current matriarch of our clan, and she's too smart an' curious for her own good. I take after her."

He grins proudly and takes another long sip of her tea. Being around Brigid makes him feel like he's back in Ireland, and he thrives on it. "I'll set somethin' up."