Moonswept

The day already held a certain amount of excitement and charm for Meira Strand; it was rare that she was able to make it to the flea market with her schedule. So while she anticipated a fun, lazy Sunday spent browsing curios and leftovers from other peoples' lives, it was the level of excitement to come that surprised her. The kind of excitement that's so exciting that you feel like you might throw up, like when you're given the opportunity of a lifetime at your dream job, or taking your very first drivers' test, or - in Meira's particular case - accidentally finding a magical artifact that binds itself to you and will change your life forever.

You know. The usual.

She isn't sure if it was just chance or if it was fate. She isn't sure if it was because the moon had just come to full that evening and was in the sky early. She isn't sure if it has to do with the family jokes that Great, Great, Great, Great Grandma Millie was actually a witch turning out to be more than just jokes. Maybe it had been a full hundred years since the last owner's death, but the simple choker she picked up and fell in love with, that black velvet band with a gorgeous little moon-shaped pendant that she couldn't help buying and immediately putting on inside her car, snapped closed around her throat and refused to come off again.

So naturally, things started to get a bit weird from there.


"My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue?
It rather denotes a lack of courage."^[1]

If you've ever had an inanimate object talk to you, you know how unnerving it can be the first time it happens. So it's really quite a good job that the Meira's car was fairly soundproof, or at the very least that no one was nearby when the screaming started. It took the poor thing a few tries to get her to listen, but when the panic finally ebbed enough for her to stop shrieking, she was at least provided a small portion of explanation.

She had chosen, and so was chosen. Certain powers would be hers to use; she could draw upon the tide, and manipulate the ageless pull of lunar magic.

Unfortunately, very little else was offered before the small voice went quiet, seemingly unable to answer more burning questions like "what the hell" and "So, like, do I get a wand, or..?" These questions were later posed to Azuria of MAGI, who was patient enough to help Meira get on her feet with all of the sudden magic stuff.