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❝ 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 ❞
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She hailed from a nearby land, the canine female who walked beside
the princess. Spirit, she'd asked the petite blonde to call her, and so
she did. She was well versed in cold magics and had presented herself
to Belle as a teacher of icy arts. "This is your heritage, Princess,"
she'd said, slipping the purple-eyed hartlicorne a brief smile that said
everything and nothing. The kind of mysterious smile that beckoned
one to come closer. Belle blushed. They walked, snow crunching
beneath their feet. The doe's small, round hooves made tiny tracks
that trailed behind the blue ice mage's larger canine prints. Belle
felt ashamed that she knew no magic worth mentioning, and could
not even conjure snow like Spirit easily could. The winter air bit at
her cream-colored fur and Belle enjoyed the delicate nip of Jack Frost.
"I do not believe I can make magic as you can, Spirit," the doe
admitted softly, not lifting her eyes, afraid the other woman would see
her shame. The wolfess paused and reached back, tucking her fingers
beneath the princess' chin and lifting her eyes to meet the red-blue of
hers. "Not all magic comes from being a mage, Princess." She
smiled that same mysterious smile that made Belle's blush deepen.
"You move in a circle of your own magic. I feel it on my fur like
honey, sweet and clinging." Belle finally met her eyes and Spirit
smiled down at her. She gently took Belle's hands and let the doe feel
her own icy power rise to her fingertips. Belle gasped, eyes going wide
as the powerful snow wolf called frost and snow to her hand, the magic
shining and bright, like something alive. The magic Spirit summoned
went joyfully to the princess' hand, snow and ice gathered like petals
in her hand. "The snow knows you. It likes you, Princess." Spirit
nodded approvingly, letting the magic gather in Belle's hand. The
frost and powdery flurry nibbled and nipped at the beauty's fingers
like it was pleased to see her. Belle laughed and Spirit returned that
laugh with a wide smile. Indeed, the girl possessed her own magic,
even if she had not learned to call it to her hand as Spirit had through
years of practice. A long blonde curl whipped around her face and Belle
pushed it back, laughing softly at the magic's puppy like antics. Spirit
looked at her with that returning smile, "Your magic is in your smile
and your laughter, every bit as much as mine is in my hands now..."
Belle raised her eyes to the mage, and for a moment - surrounded by
snow and ice, sweet pine and playful magic - she believed her.
Art by: : megumigoo :: Writing by: Belletrist Feat. the generous :: KaterinadawnCOMMENTS HELP ENCOURAGE ME TO WRITE I READ EVERY SINGLE ONE ♡
IMITATION IS -NOT- A FORM OF FLATTERY. PLEASE DO NOT IMITATE ME.
✧ YOU MAY NOT USE BELLE OR ANY ART FOR RP. DO NOT REUPLOAD. ✧
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Definitely well written, I always do enjoy reading your works. And I have to agree with Saoirse, it is a treat indeed. Reading about how Belle grows as an individual, character development, is something that gives writing more a greater purpose. Keep up the amazing work
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