[ with a wave of her hand, the snow cast over ruby vanishes, and astoria elects to sit next to her as well... though astoria's version of sitting seems to be more floating in mid-air, crossing her legs at the ankle, and resting her hands in her lap. ]

I can touch, but it requires a lot of focus.

[ she has touched members of the circle before, but always with a great amount of care. ]

I am not really built like the rest of you... I am not sure why. It feels like being held together with a lot of string, but there's too much for string to hold it. Does that make sense?