[So Eva tips her hand and drops the little clay cube into the girl's palms.
It should feel faintly warm, in an unnatural way. More than just the desert heat and being carried about in a pack, and that warmth radiates from inside.
Eva leans over, touches it and murmurs something in another language. Addas, not that Zatanna would be familiar with it. The word means one thing - awaken.
There's a sharp flare of heat - it'll be almost painful - and then the cube dissolves into sand. But Zatanna might notice something different about her magic casting abilities-- namely that she has any at all.]
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It should feel faintly warm, in an unnatural way. More than just the desert heat and being carried about in a pack, and that warmth radiates from inside.
Eva leans over, touches it and murmurs something in another language. Addas, not that Zatanna would be familiar with it. The word means one thing - awaken.
There's a sharp flare of heat - it'll be almost painful - and then the cube dissolves into sand. But Zatanna might notice something different about her magic casting abilities-- namely that she has any at all.]