Frederica hesitated, but eventually met Angela’s gaze. For a moment, Angela felt nothing, then a stabbing pain shot through her skull. Angela was looking into Frederica’s mind looking into Angela’s looking into Frederica’s, stretching to infinity like two mirrors reflecting each other.
Angela looked away. The pain subsided immediately.
“That was… weird,” she said. “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” Frederica said.
“Do you feel different?” Angela asked. “Any sudden insights or epiphanies?”
“Not really,” Frederica replied. “I’m just kind of dizzy.”
“Hmm,” Angela muttered. “Okay, I have another idea. Let’s try this again.”
She focused on a memory, the face of a man she bumped into months ago, and looked into Frederica’s eyes. She could feel that feedback sensation coming on again but she held it at bay as long as she could. After a minute, she looked away again.
“Anything?” Angela asked.
“I’m not sure,” Frederica replied. “I saw… something, but it wasn’t your memory, it was—”
Angela grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at her sister. Frederica put her hands up in front of her face and the pillow froze in midair.
“Now that’s more like it,” Angela said.
“Am… am I doing this?” Frederica asked.
“You sure are,” Angela replied.
Frederica moved her hands from side to side and the pillow followed her motions.
“This is amazing,” she said.
“I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”
Angela spent the afternoon sharing her collection of powers with Frederica, from armored skin to holographic projection to shapeshifting, while also explaining the techniques she used to control it all. The latter would take a lot of practice, but Frederica seemed to be catching on rather quickly.