Shining light on the things that we've done. (Open)

[chasingtwisters]

Moira's out of jail, off from work, and now she has a rare moment entirely to herself. She grins. Her feet begin their path to the beach almost of their own accord; she knows the way as well as the skin on the back of her hand. A slight breeze ripples through her light summer dress. She carries nothing else with her but her satchel, filled with various magical apparatus.

She feels the magic flowing through her veins, as rough as sea salt. It itches, eager to get out, and this evening, she is of a mind to let it. She passes by her sweet little cottage, tucked away in the dunes like a sea shell. She allows herself a small smile, anticipating the left over strawberry shortcake she has stored in her fridge.

Tonight, she is free, empowered, ready for magic, and fully clothed. She continues at a steady pace until she reaches the edge of the water just behind her house. Her grin widens.

She drops her satchel at her feet before tracing a circle in the sand with her foot. She pauses, murmuring an ancient, Gaelic blessing before closing it. She takes out a small sapphire, her chosen instrument for the moment. Briefly, she pauses to scan the area around her. Utterly alone. Perfect.

She begins murmuring incantations, sweet, beautiful incantations she found in an ancestor's Book of Shadows. They are words of harmony, peace, and inspiration, and as she utters them, she begins to weave the sapphire in the air, in time with her words.

Sparks of light, as cobalt as the New England ocean, start to fly out before forming ribbons of smoke-like material, transforming into runes, letters, words, animals, and various other shapes. Tonight, Moira is using magic solely to bring herself peace. Tonight, she is strengthening herself by practicing illusionary spells.

Tonight, a shiver runs through her that has nothing to do with the breeze.

Comments

[chasingtwisters]

"It's actually kind of sad, when you think about it," Moira says, shifting so her chin rests in her hands as she puts her empty glass to her side.

[jiyunnies]

"Hmm. Sad, yeah. I hadn't thought of it that way." She thought for a moment and smiled again. "Give him a hug?"

[chasingtwisters]

"He'll have me back in my home away from home for attempted assault, probably," she remarks.

[jiyunnies]

"Yes, but maybe he'd arrest you with a hint of a smile, and isn't that all that matters?"

[chasingtwisters]

Moira giggles. "You and your matchmaking skills are a force to be reckoned with, you know that?"

[jiyunnies]

"Noo, don't say that! Val will try to bring me onto her crazy train. I'm just saying take one for the team, Moira!"

[chasingtwisters]

"Well, when you put it that way..." Moira looks up at her and laughs again.

[jiyunnies]

Riley laughed with her. "I'd have to actually check on you and maybe use a healing potion on you to make sure you're alright."

[chasingtwisters]

"No kidding," Moira agrees, still shaking with laughter. "Probably one of your higher doses, too."

[jiyunnies]

"I'd make a special, one-of-a-kind potion just for you. Throw in some of Val's special flowers and Lara can add in some extra siren-y measures."

[chasingtwisters]

She grins. "That sounds like it'd do just the trick. With all of you lovely gals looking out for me, how could I not make a full recovery?"

[jiyunnies]

"We'll make sure you don't mess up and run off with a Thornton. Think of the tantrum your mother would throw!"

[chasingtwisters]

She would probably murder him, is the grim thought that runs through Moira's mind, but she keeps it to herself.

"She would throw a spectacle akin to something out of Phantom of the Opera, that's for damn sure," Moira says, her face falling a bit at the mention of her mother. She pours herself another glass and takes a long drink.

[jiyunnies]

"It'd probably rival his own family's reaction." She watched the waves and really wished her own parents would call back. "Family is weird."

[chasingtwisters]

"The poor town would get caught in the middle, the way it always does," she remarks, letting her gaze drift out to the open ocean, feeling herself sink more into the sand with each pull of the waves. "It really is, isn't it?"

[jiyunnies]

"How we live with them and without them, i'll never know."

[chasingtwisters]

"One of the greatest mysteries of life, to this day," Moira says, eyes still out on the ocean.