Action. Thought. "Speech."

Lyra had been utterly and completely lost.
she'd been dealing with the guilt and the grief of losing her mother because of her selfish actions. she wasn't dead, but she hasn't spoken to her since, so that had to mean she hated her. it had to. her last words spoken to her still rung through her nightmares.

she sighed, sitting up. she had been toying with the chunk of spinel every since she got it and she'd been considering it. she didn't even know if she wanted to raise it. she just wanted to put something into the world, if only to make up for the attempted loss of another. she held it in her claws, sighing.

she stood to her feet, the gem beneath her paws. she focused. focus. focus.

the magic failed. it flickered and sparked and it brutally and horribly failed. she heard it crack beneath her paws, and she wanted to cry. and she almost did. she fell to her feet and stifled a sob. she was cursed, it seems. such a shame...

exit