"Thanks," Sunshine says, turning her attention back to the window. Okay. She's in full sunlight right now, and it's not as if she's asking the glass to do anything drastic. It's just some very specific color alteration. This should be doable. Right? Totally doable.
Sunshine presses both of her palms against the glass, brow furrowing. It already feels more stubborn than wooden doors and windowsills; it doesn't want to change. Well, tough. She wants a ward more than the glass wants to stay as it is. Gritting her teeth, she gives the window a forceful, magical shove.
The recoil is stronger this time, enough so that Sunshine's vaguely surprised the window doesn't shatter. But when she opens her eyes, there's the… ward? She frowns at it for a moment before realizing that a) it looks weird because it's backwards, and b) it probably should be backwards. And it's there, so hey, that's something. It's not anywhere near as nice as the doors, but it is a rather soothing shade of aquamarine. She reaches up to test it, her hand held an inch from the glass, and smiles when she feels the power of it beating against her palm.
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Sunshine presses both of her palms against the glass, brow furrowing. It already feels more stubborn than wooden doors and windowsills; it doesn't want to change. Well, tough. She wants a ward more than the glass wants to stay as it is. Gritting her teeth, she gives the window a forceful, magical shove.
The recoil is stronger this time, enough so that Sunshine's vaguely surprised the window doesn't shatter. But when she opens her eyes, there's the… ward? She frowns at it for a moment before realizing that a) it looks weird because it's backwards, and b) it probably should be backwards. And it's there, so hey, that's something. It's not anywhere near as nice as the doors, but it is a rather soothing shade of aquamarine. She reaches up to test it, her hand held an inch from the glass, and smiles when she feels the power of it beating against her palm.
Glass: 0, Sunshine: 1.