The art of crafting was much harder than she would have expected. Not only did it involve collecting random items and coming up with something to craft it all into but it also meant diving into dark magic. Kaj had described her newest magic coming from the shadows and the darkness of the goddess but it also somehow came from the starlight. How did starlight fit into the equation? When she thought of the stars darkness was not the first thing that came to mind but rather light came forth. Over the years she had heard many stories about what the stars really are but the one description had stuck with her called the stars their ancestors. For each star in the sky it was said to represent a loved one that had passed away only to watch over them all from above. While it was a nice story there was still doubt in her mind that it was the truth for it was a little creepy to think about a bunch of dead people watching their every move. Did they not hear of the word privacy? Shivering at the thought she tried to refocus on something that would not make her skin crawl with unease.

Moving along in silence she let her mind reach out hesitantly to whatever forces surrounded them. Nothing ever came from dipping your foot into something dark so why was she still willing to give this crafting a try? Pausing underneath a large oak she looked up into its canopy wondering how she was going to figure this out to access this so called magic. Closing her eyes to concentrate she began her search. Listening to the sounds of nature all around her she drew a breath in the attempt to relax herself. When she had first discovered her fire magic's source it had been during a moment of relaxation surely finding something externally would not be so difficult...right?

Voices carried along the wind caught her ear drawing her from what concentration she had managed to build. Perking her ears with interest she gave up on the darkness stuff for now to go and see who might be around. Weaving her way through the trees her eyes settled upon the black stallion who had welcomed her into the herd many seasons ago. His posture was tense and from the sounds of it he was either talking to someone she could not see or he was talking to himself. Stepping towards him with curiosity she was half wondering what kind of state she would find him in. "Who will be fine?" She asked softly as she offered her muzzle in greeting as she drew near.


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