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An Angel's Magic 🌼 Memory Share

The sky is blue swirled with lighter hues of purple and yellow, dotted with thick fluffy clouds and yet, you know that it'll never rain. It is a world of spring, rebirth and light. It is your home. It fills you with not only purpose but strength and happiness as well. The light around you shines as you look down at the ruins that make up your home. White stone glimmers in the sunlight while long vines of green twist over every surface.

This was her home.

The view pulled back to show a young girl of eight or night. Her skin was white, glowing and shimmering with magic. Bright starling purple eyes looked up at the screen as if there was something beyond it that had caught her interest. The young girls hair was white, falling to her shoulders as if magic leaked from the thin tendrils into her skin. Her entire body radiated with power and magic. It was her body. White angelic wings curled around her back, wrapping around her shoulders like a feathered cloak.

"Young one." A kind but gruff voice called to her and she turned. The image pulled out a little more showing an older man with kind blue eyes. His hair was grayed with a thick beard. He wore white robes and held a knotted pale wooden staff in his hands. "It is time for you to control your magic. Focus and reform."

The little girl frowned but then gave a determined nod. "Yes, elder."

She closed her eyes and felt something inside of her resist the change. This was her turn form but she'd burn out if she stayed this way. She was like the sun. She was warm and bright but she'd burn out. She ignored the uneasy feeling blossoming in the pit of her stomach and focused again. She saw the elders blue eyes in her mind but something altered and shivered as if it too was wrong. When she opened her eyes again the eerie purple was replaced by a soft blue gray. Her light touched skin began to soften and gain color but her hair remained white, power flowing from the tips of the strands into her wings.

"I can't..." Her voice trembled as she looked up at her mentor.

He frowned at her and shook his head. "You must young one. Focus."

She looked down at the ground and focused. Her breathing steadied as her hair began to change. It started at the roots and then grew down the curve of white as a wheat blond grew in its place. Her hair passed her shoulders and for a moment the ends continued to leak magic into her wings. Her skin softened more, gaining a light tan hue that resembled that of a human girl.

She smiled up at her elder. "I did it!"

He shook his head at her, his expression more sever than before. She was taking to look and looking back on it now, she knew that he was wondering if it was all a mistake. "No child." His voice was calm and patient. "Your wings should remain hidden as well. They are a part of your magic."

She frowned and looked back at the white feathered wings. They weren't glowing anymore but they were a part of her. "Okay." She exhaled again and slowly, painfully, her wings retracted into her tiny body. They shouldn't have fit but they had too.

When she finished she was kneeling on the ground with tears streaking down her pale cheeks. She wore a white robe similar to the elders though it was simpler in its design. She continued to cry as scarlet drops of red stained the white fabric.

"Good." His voice was warm and proud but he didn't move towards the crying child. Instead he turned and left her there.

She hadn't thought it would hurt but it had and the memory of the pain twisted through her body as a wrongness sat in the pit of her stomach. She curled up on the lovely white stone and cried until there was nothing left inside of her.

As the memory faded, the young girl opened her eyes and looked up at the sky. Her lips moved but her voice couldn't be heard.

[ooc: Picture Reference. Those who saw her during the age down event would recognize Angel/Inesa.]

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You...you had to hide part of yourself?

It is the way of my people. We are born for our roles.

Since then I have broken away from that life but I don't return to that form. It's dangerous.

[Born for our roles. A bastard who was meant to be king would know something about that.]

Why is it dangerous?

[He knows something about dangerous identities, too.]

It is magical and when it isn't bound by anything... I cannot control it.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

You're magic?

[He's not sure how he feels about that. While he can't deny that the Red Woman certainly got results, he's a bit wary of what exactly she could do with that magic of hers. Especially when she started insisting it wasn't magic but the will of the Lord of Light.

Well. Now he supposes he knows why the Lord of Light willed it.]

[She looks down and away, as if suddenly ashamed.]

Yes.

It is how my race is born.

You don't look different.

[He doesn't really know what else to say about that.]

I'm alive because of magic.

I know. I don't use my magic often. I don't really know how to do much.

I can grow my wings and do a few odd things. I have some healing power.

[She pauses before speaking in a softer voice.]

Do you mind if I ask what happened?

Wings. That's...new.

[He's seen an army of the dead, so he's not saying new is bad. New is just new.]

Some people I trusted didn't like a choice I made.

I can show you... if you'd like.

[She pauses and wonders if she should ask more but Jon seems like the sort who'd be silent if he didn't wish to share and she trusts him to tell her if she's asked too much.]

Were you alright?

You would? I'd like that.

No. I wasn't.

[One day he might feel like telling that story. He's not at that point yet.]

Yes. Um. Perhaps when I see you next.

[She wonders what happened but she knows Jon well enough to recognize that he isn't ready to speak about it just yet.]

So you don't, hate magic?

[You don't hate me?]

Perhaps. Which could be as soon as we wanted it to be.

[Like maybe even in five minutes.]

I...it gave me my life back, and I can do something with it now, but I don't trust what can be done with magic. By certain people.

Yes. It can be soon. I am at home right now.

[It's a small blessing that she hadn't been at the shop.]

That is very wise of you. Magic is a lot like a sword in many ways. It is something that can be used to protect or to hurt.

So am I.

[So it could be as soon as it takes to get from one place to another.]

I don't think I care for this magic's god much.

This magic? Do you mean mine?

[She wants to see him but there is something stopping her from inviting herself over and she isn't sure what it is.]

No. I mean the magic that is the reason I'm alive.

Oh well, that's alright. I think... there are many gods and not all of them are kind.

It's okay if you don't like them or their magic.

I'm not sure I like the god the Red Woman serves. She told me that he wasn't done with me yet. That he still had some purpose for me. I don't want a god I don't believe in having a purpose for me.

Then I will try and protect you from that god, with my own magic.

I don't think he's here. Or would harm me if he were.

Well, that's good then.

[She pauses and almost sounds uncertain.]

Um, well, would you like to see my wings? I can come over or you can come here, if you'd like.

[She doesn't know why she's feeling so awkward. It isn't in her nature to be unsure of herself but this feels more intimate with Jon than it has with anyone else.]

I don't care. Do you want to come here?

[Or he can go to her place, if she'd be more comfortable there.]

I would like to. You don't have a roommate or are you in the dorms?

[Currently she does and while they live in separate areas of the house, she isn't sure that her roommate knows about her status as an angel yet.]

I live alone.

[Which is a fairly strange concept to him. Even when he had space that was his own, it was always as part of a household.]

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