The forecast said that it would be a clear day, with a high of 65 degrees. So, Samantha had decided to dress herself in a pair of dark blue jeans, topped with a long sleeve, knitted, dark rose colored shirt. She had gathered the top of her brown hair into a laid ponytail. Pink slippers and a cup of coffee, completed Samantha's attire.
No one was around. She had the next few days off work, as a hired Architect. Samantha closed her eyes and sensed the water molecules around her. If she focused enough, Samantha could pull water toward her into whatever she wanted. However, it was a muscle that still needed to be developed. Attempting to manipulate water was a akin to moving heavy boxes. It took all of her to budge a gallon of water at a time. Not only did it take the mind to focus, but it also took her physical strength. The ability to control water was a natural thing; nothing evolutionary about it. Samantha worked on that talent when she could.
Samantha mentally grabbed at the water that hung as dew drops on the grass. It felt like too much, so she let go and tried again. This time she was able to lift the collective dew drops. She put her coffee mug down beside her. She used her hands to visualize what she wanted the water to do. The headache from this attempt grew. Samantha exerted more strength to gather the droplets into a ball shape. It worked. However, the wind happened to pick up and pushed the water away from her invisible grasp. Samantha gasped as the water fell back to the ground. Someday, she hoped to master this skill.
