Inspires.
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Delilah was the slightest upset. Ever since she gained her two powers, she had no idea to master them. Sometimes her body listened and allowed her to teleport up the block or move something out of her way. But it irritated her not being able to control herself. She was the one in charge, not her powers. And as Delilah sat on the cold ground just feet away from everyone else, she groaned quietly, sat straight and placed all of her focus on a single tree branch, which was really much more of a twig. Her hand raised, a palm slight tilted. The twig didn't budge. A vain popped in the neck of her own, as a quiet breeze swayed through her hair, before bending two fingers. It turned to face west. And just after, the slowest thing she had ever done in her life, straightened her fingers, which on accident, sent the twig zipping through the air so fast, all she saw was the cloud of dust it left behind. There was no stopping it now. Delilah groaned the loudest, irritated, tired and dirty, before throwing herself to lay back. If it hit someone she will apologize. If it hit someone she'd hear it.