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She thought little of her encounter with the turtle. She thought of the porcelain filly with broken legs who had greeted her fondly, and she thought of Resplendence, standing alone, but she did not think of the turtle. The duchess let the phenomenon slip by, and hurriedly left the gathering after the turtle began to pass out gifts. She was in need of nothing a turtle could give her.
The event as a whole had spooked her, in fact. She forgot her plans to gather herbs at the Rotunda and fled back to the Falls. But she found no comfort in the incandescent pools and verdant fields of her herd, not that day. The monotony that she found there was insufferable. The mare turned, instead, to the mountain behind her home. Her dainty, delicate legs could now traverse the path well, though it still left her a bit winded.
Agnodice collapsed, lacking her normal grace as she fell. She placed her glass basket in between her front legs, her thoughts suddenly quiet and lacking. The delicate heap of her pale body was encased by onyx tendrils. She thought little of her mane until she noticed a dash of color amongst her monochrome curtain. Upon closer inspection, she noticed more. The dashed of color were small buds of flowers, slowly blooming, thriving in her hair.
Her lips fell apart, dainty features stricken with shock. The magic that she held within her, her flowers, did not bloom unless she called for them. But here they were, growing in abundance in her mane and tail. She had trained the magic within her, it took years outside of helovia to hone it into doing much at all. This phenomenon left her in awe. She could only assume the land had amplified what was within her.
Or a certain turtle thought she would look pretty with flowers in her hair...
open thread! aggy discovering her passive magic :)
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