Faces of Old, Anew

Brushing herself off from the failed take off, she looked to Jaeden, and cocked her head softly. This new Lightfoot was a great thing if she could really master it, or grasp it properly.
"You aren't going to use that, are you? I only asked for your help because you are irritatingly good at this" Ulv commented. Jaeden-Clone smiled, and then responded by taking off without a whisp of evidence, clearly using that. "Ohh come on! You do not need any more help than you already have! Gods, you are so irritating. If I could catch you I would hit you so hard in the face. But, Mirja couldn't catch you so I've got no chance" She was mostly talking to herself, but that was a thing she did a lot. Usually, it was talking to Hvit, but they weren't here right now.

Pushing on the ground, and then taking off again, she was in a semi-controlled blunder, like jumping too high on a trampoline and your arms flail in hope of getting control back. She hit the ground with a stumble, but managed to retain her balance this time. A learning curve, that one. But not one she was going to baulk from. She'd look to Jaeden, darting about the place like he just speed coming together into a Jaeden-y body, and shook her head. Giving chase once more, she would try to add in her Lightfoot. But it was very hard to adapt to. She had no traction while setting off, and the take-off was unlike anything she'd ever felt, so it was sprawling and difficult to handle. The good think about this though, was that the illusion was not hasty, nor did it rush you. They were patient, forever.

The one thing that wasn't patient, was her Dantian. After several hours of powering the Illuison Incarnation, it had run out of juice, and the plain dissapeared. All at once her head was filled with Hvit, and it was a lovely thing. So lovely she started to cry. She never knew how much she could miss someone, until they were gone.