The water wrapped around Nosphaleen's delicate steps, every move feeling as though she was walking on air.
With the way it shifted beneath her feet, it might as well have been exactly like that. Almost as though she was riding a moving sidewalk, every light step took her farther than her stride should have.
By the time she got to the center of the lake, she was so in tune with the differences between the water she was used to and this lake that there was easily thousands of times the volume of water moving in relation to her Will.
There had once been a moment long ago when Sylas pondered the limits of telekinesis. He could move things and separate his mind, but what exactly was "one" thing?
When he tried to control water with his telekinesis, he would have to form a protective casing around it. In that case, he wasn't actually controlling the water, but instead containing the water and moving it that way.
