She flexed her fingers, carefully adjusting the magic as it flowed out from her hands and watching as new shapes appeared on the surface. Then she changed the reflection of the sky; from bright blue to the darkest of blacks, covering it in millions of little speckles that shone brightly—if slightly trembling—off the surface of the water.
"See?" she asked.
For once, Hubert's expression showed real wonder, his gaze moving across the pond to take it all in as his lips parted in fascination.
I commissioned @wild-moss-art to paint a scene from my fic The Mysteries of Magic, where Constance uses her magic to change the reflections in the monastery's pond to the night sky as she remembers it above the Nuvelle grounds.
And just like Hubert is rendered speechless by Constance's skills, I am once again taken aback by the sheer magic that Moss can achieve with their art. 💖
Coco refusing to eat before Claire left for her trip but also being the first kitty to greet her at the door the moment she got back and then claiming her legs so she can’t go anywhere…