One would never have noticed it at first, this single sliver of odd magic floating amongst the rest.

Arella had first seen it right after her husband had woefully brought her the unconscious form of Myste to her section of the forest. They floated around her head like little sparks as she slept, dancing across her eyes. It was curious, she'd never done that as a baby- there really had been nothing to say about any magic most of her life. It would require further examination, Arella determined, as she grew a swirling bed of roots to surround Myste's body. A plume of soft blue flowers sprung to life in an instant underneath her, cushioning her from the earth in some small way.

She was about to move on, satisfied, until she noticed what she'd actually grown; They were of course, Princess blooms. Mentally, she had pictured forget-me-nots, daisies, or maybe baby's breath but instead- out had come these peculiar tiny blossoms. They only grew here, and only appeared after Myste had been born.

Magical taglocks could be such a funny thing- the naming of it certainly hadn't helped. The underworld botanists, and she suspected Reino directly, had dubbed them "princess" blooms because of their sudden appearance alongside Myste, rather than because of a fondness she might've had for them. At least they were pretty, and seemed to fit nicely within the balance of the rest of the forest.

Now that her subject had been raised slightly, it was easier for Arella to get a look at this tricky piece of magic. Bizarrely, it had turned from it's natural bright magenta to golden yellow- mimicking the sunlight magic that had been her own. It was a clever little thing, taking on the colour and motion of her own magic like that...perhaps that is how it had laid dormant for so long within her.

"Is this something I gave you then, hm? Is that why your father couldn't work it out?" She mumbled, leaning over Myste's face- sure enough, as she'd talked to it..it jittered, as if possessed by emotion it moved responsively to her voice. She gasped, and quickly stepped back from Myste, hands raised. She leant over again slowly, this time the sparks seemed to shy back to Myste's temples as she approached. Neither hers or Reino's raw magic had ever behaved this way. It was old, and couldn't be commanded. Old magic like theirs shone through a wielder and listened to them but did not talk back.

"I won't harm you, I just want to have a look at you. Please come back out." Arella said softly, aiming to test whether the sparks really were aware of her.

At this the sparks crackled and spat like fireworks, a discordant combination of what seemed to be Myste's voice both now and in her youth answered her. [i]NO.[i/]

Not ready to wake up yet then, noted. Arella stood up again, suddenly smelling incense and feeling the threating prick of unpleasant memories in her mind- She breathed deeply and re-centered herself, glowing slightly as the calming feeling of morning sun washed over her. Well. Only one form of underworld magic was capable of doing that sort of thing. She dared not touch it then, worried for what it would mean for her unconscious daughter's dreams; but one thing remained certain, she would have to at some point- to prove that chaos had finally chosen another vessel.

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