Terra wasn’t stupid. Even she hadn’t believed her own words. There was no way she was that strong, and she had seen the way it glided, not skipped, over the water. As much as she wanted to believe that it had just been an accident, there was no way, no way. The girl said nothing, biting her lip and taking a few wandering steps away from Beast Boy in search of another rock.

A rounder, heavier rock was her choice this time. Terra was careful to keep her back to Beast Boy, she didn’t want him to see. The rock was tossed up a few times, no more than a few inches, caught each time with a soft smack of the stone against her palm. On the fifth toss the rock froze an inch or so above her palm. She stared at it for a moment in complete shock, before letting out a strangled squeak and jerking her hand back. The rock fell to the sand below.

While she wasn’t aware of it, tears were welling up in her eyes. She could only stare at her hand . Terra breathed in sharply, crying freely now. She didn’t understand at all, and she hated it—hated herself. Her knees shook, and finding herself unable to stand any longer, Terra crouched down over the rock that she had just dropped.

“St-stay over there,” She managed to get out, talking to Beast Boy. “I g-got sand in my eye… it—it really hurts.”