[ Oh, Luna knows that one. She thinks she's psychic now? Well, the kind of psychic to make prophecies, much like Seers in her own world. But she's not entirely sure, considering it's only happened the once and she doesn't know how or if/when it's going to happen again. ]
So... you act as a conduit of sorts? [ Using herself to transfer power from herself to another. It's a curious thing, and she's thoughtful for a long moment where she wonders just what Usagi is.
There's a soft little sound from her as Usagi summons her crystal, her eyes widening in that same curiosity. Oh, that's beautiful. She stares for a long moment, transfixed: this is something... deeply powerful, too. She can feel that, an ancient kind of magic but something she's not come across before — a strange, warm hum in the air. When she finally moves her gaze back up to Usagi, the crescent moon glowing bright gold at her forehead.
Still, she trusts Usagi with this, nothing about this feels dangerous even with how powerful it is. She quietly takes the girl's hand and it's instant—
Luna's never felt anything like it, her eyes snap shut — a little overwhelmed by the sudden rush of power. But she's warmed by it; it feels peaceful. It sings in her veins; entwining itself with the magic within them. It doesn't feel like something taking over, this something strange and new, but something working in harmony with herself. And then, as if it was there all along.
And with it she feels... a sense of clarity, a wilfulness she's never felt before. As if she could touch the very secrets of magic itself; the old, ancient roots of it that Unspeakables could only wonder about in the Department of Mysteries. She feels masterful; like she has all the skill and confidence she needs to do what needs done. It's... wonderful.
Slowly, she opens her eyes, looks back to Usagi. ]
I think I understand why you never used such a power in Deerington. [ Her voice is hushed, awed at the feelings within her. ] ... Is this... some kind of ancient lunar magic—?
[ Considering the golden crescent moon at Usagi's forehead. ]
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So... you act as a conduit of sorts? [ Using herself to transfer power from herself to another. It's a curious thing, and she's thoughtful for a long moment where she wonders just what Usagi is.
There's a soft little sound from her as Usagi summons her crystal, her eyes widening in that same curiosity. Oh, that's beautiful. She stares for a long moment, transfixed: this is something... deeply powerful, too. She can feel that, an ancient kind of magic but something she's not come across before — a strange, warm hum in the air. When she finally moves her gaze back up to Usagi, the crescent moon glowing bright gold at her forehead.
Still, she trusts Usagi with this, nothing about this feels dangerous even with how powerful it is. She quietly takes the girl's hand and it's instant—
Luna's never felt anything like it, her eyes snap shut — a little overwhelmed by the sudden rush of power. But she's warmed by it; it feels peaceful. It sings in her veins; entwining itself with the magic within them. It doesn't feel like something taking over, this something strange and new, but something working in harmony with herself. And then, as if it was there all along.
And with it she feels... a sense of clarity, a wilfulness she's never felt before. As if she could touch the very secrets of magic itself; the old, ancient roots of it that Unspeakables could only wonder about in the Department of Mysteries. She feels masterful; like she has all the skill and confidence she needs to do what needs done. It's... wonderful.
Slowly, she opens her eyes, looks back to Usagi. ]
I think I understand why you never used such a power in Deerington. [ Her voice is hushed, awed at the feelings within her. ] ... Is this... some kind of ancient lunar magic—?
[ Considering the golden crescent moon at Usagi's forehead. ]