#abbadom

She's not actually very talented at magic, and this is partly because it's so dependant on her emotional state. It makes her level of power very changeable and unstable, and can both drastically weaken and drastically strengthen itself. Emotions that weaken it are self-critical emotions, sadness, regret, disinterest and so on. Emotions that strengthen it are happiness, confidence, motivation/inspiration, determination and so on. Anger and hatred at others is somewhat of a double edged sword; they give huge flares of power that quickly die down and leave Abby very tired.

Abbadom peered suspiciously at the note. She wasn’t sure if she really wanted to come for tea; after all, A had ditched her at the ball. She had thought they were to become friends, but… well, it wouldn’t be the first she’d be wrong.She regarded the note once more. She did have some time on her hands. And maybe she’d get an excuse from A. And thus, a decision was reached.

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Introduction

A woman hardly more than 18 years stood at the forest edge, her metre tall countenance dwarfing her against the trees. A pair of sharply pointed ears stuck out of her mop of white hair, and green eyes peered from behind her fringe. There were strange markings on her clay coloured skin. On her left cheek ran a light blue mark from the outer tip of her eye, curving into the middle of her cheek. A yellow mark mirrored the blue one on her right cheek, but a small triangular mark broke that symmetry. From out of her short, black sleeve spiralled a blue line down her arm, ending at her elbow. She wore a blue and green dress, held in place by a gold yellow belt.

“I can do this.” escaped a self-motivating whisper from her black lips. She ran her fingers through her hair, took a deep breath, and with a powerful flap of her wings sprung into the air.

“What am I even doing.” she muttered to herself, rising into the sky.

Abbadom sat herself down beside Caldice on the grass.

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon. Abby had just freed herself from her daily studies, as had Cald. They were to spend the afternoon together. Abbadom felt as though she should be looking forward to it, but as of late, she found Caldice's company increasing aggravating.