Dorm Lawn [Monday, Afternoon]

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George had spent the weekend without hands and with hooves. For all the warnings Kenzi had given him, that had still been... an extremely strange experience. One that took a little recovery. Or at least a little head clearing time. So after a lazy start and a good breakfast this morning, he’d taken a bit of a walk through the preserve and found himself a candidate for practice.

Maybe it was weird that this was how he felt the most himself when he was raising dead things, but he wasn’t about to start reading into that at this stage.

Rather than take it back to his room, a quiet place on the lawn outside the dorms had been found, and he was repetitively seizing and releasing control of the bunny's unliving mind. As much as anything else, it had been a while since he’d done any practice, and he really didn’t want to fail out of Nancy's Mirror training because of something like that.

To the untrained eye it would likely look like he was alternately meditating and watching a very brave rabbit.

[[ open like a lawn, and George is interruptable. ]]