The Unknowing Mind

Gossamer threads snake through the air, and her fingers reach out delicately to them. They tangle too easily, they require constant attention to weave tightly enough.
Ruby had never done this before. A lock of hair damp with sweat releases a single bead to roll down her face. Ruby had never cast any one of a dozen spells that have been necessary now, necessary here.

Sacramento takes a toll on a woman, she muses. Her hand cups gently about a curled thread of power, nudging it into shape. Then something occurs to her, nags at the back of her mind with a needful curiosity.

What if I were to...? Her foot scuffs back a half inch to strengthen her stance, and draws her arm across her body and then down. This time, a dozen threads follow her hand in concert, behaved and untangled.

Pleased and amused at herself, Ruby finishes the last few touches on her spell. "Well that's much easier!"

Ruby's Gnosis has leveled up!
Congratulations!