Well, he could have just finished off his juice first, but with his hunger at least somewhat sated for now and with eagerness spurring him on, Ezra opts to just follow the suggestion to switch his efforts to his plate, even going so far as to rest his chin on the table to he can look at the plate dead on as he wills it to scoot away from him. Too bad he has no idea what he's actually doing, or how to tap into that nebulous sense that sometimes warns him about things. A minute passes, and then it becomes two, with Ezra picturing and picturing and wishing and alternating between squeezing his eyes shut and keeping them open, but nothing at all seems to happen. Nothing he can see.
Garth'zel might be able to feel the whisper in the Force from his attempts, though - a fledgling flutter of wings that have never flown before. Too weak and unfocused - or maybe not focused long enough - to move even a small plate from its spot, but enough to confirm that the potential is there.
Unaware of his accomplishment, Ezra groans in frustration. "It's not working," he complains, dropping his head to the table in that dramatic way that little kids often tend to have.
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Date: 2018-07-04 03:27 pm (UTC)From:Garth'zel might be able to feel the whisper in the Force from his attempts, though - a fledgling flutter of wings that have never flown before. Too weak and unfocused - or maybe not focused long enough - to move even a small plate from its spot, but enough to confirm that the potential is there.
Unaware of his accomplishment, Ezra groans in frustration. "It's not working," he complains, dropping his head to the table in that dramatic way that little kids often tend to have.