[Out of literally nowhere and into the branches of a tree, not two yards from where Sapphire's parked herself cross-legged on a branch and was deep in focus on the possibility of her own magic.
She yelps and fumbles for something she nearly drops from her hands and out of the tree entirely, tennis-ball-sized and spherical; by the time she's got a grip on it, she's nearly hanging upside-down from the branch, and has to swing herself back up and over.]
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She yelps and fumbles for something she nearly drops from her hands and out of the tree entirely, tennis-ball-sized and spherical; by the time she's got a grip on it, she's nearly hanging upside-down from the branch, and has to swing herself back up and over.]
Wuh! [She blinks at him] Huh? Practice?