She watched in amazement as Ghislain caught her attack without a care, then siphoned off reishi from the impending blast to construct a barrier around him. It was a truly masterful show of one's ability to manipulate reishi, and one that didn't go unappreciated."Danke,"
Sylvia muttered in response to his praise. Her sixth sense commanded the most of her attention at that moment, as she used it to watch what he was doing very carefully. "My Blut is... stronger than even Letzt Stil, on its own. The last time I used them together, I slept for four days." She neglected to mention the time before that, when she'd been left comatose for a week, and barely able to move for some months, still.
However, the lesson wasn't quite over, and she presented her hands with the palms facing skyward, as instructed. She flinched ever so slightly as he poured reishi into her hands, then relaxed as warmth settled in and climbed slowly up her arms. As though she couldn't tell what was happening herself, even the thin lines of her still-active Blut thickened and almost glowed vibrantly.
It was the sheer purity of the reishi that struck her, however. It almost tickled the senses; all of them. A soft smile spread across her lips as Ghislain withdrew, leaving a swirling mass of energy in her palms, and instruction to do as she will.
Her will, she followed its every whim. The black and white mass of raw reishi in her palms was filtered, passed through the veil that was her own soul as she took command of it and changed it fundamentally. What was previously the physical representation of Ghislain's twist on a Quincy's power came to resemble more her own, as a small cloud grew from the ball in her hands. Lightning and thunder exuded from the cloud, with the former traveling up her arms and around her body.
A fog poured out from the cloud, coming forth over the sides of her cupped palms and falling slowly to the wilderness floor below. At their feet, the fog grew and thickened, until not even their knees were visible anymore. That was where it stopped however, as the strain and fatigue showed in her face. With deep, calming breaths, the lightning around her body lessened and died, and the fog slowly dissipated on its own.
The lines of her Blut were the last to disappear, and she still smiled widely despite her fatigue. Moisture still clung to the air around them, frozen in place by the chill climate of the mountaintop.
"I loved... playing in the rain... as a child..." Perhaps an unnecessary admission, but the words came without her intention. It was funny how good a single moment of not controlling herself could feel.