>>10592951Sapphire turned to look at Nicole throughout the conversation and watching the clips, she couldn't help but feel her gaze lingering upon her stitches. Upon her unkempt hair, upon her lack of formality or even a sense of divinity. Normally, she would be embarrassed to look like this, and she would care about presenting her best self to inspire the confidence in her team by helping set the standard, and yet, it's almost as if she wanted her friend to see her as she was now. How the outside matches her own perceptions of herself.
>Jen: You know, that video would make a killing on lonelyfans, by the way.>Mom: Oh? You'd rather talk about your photography hobby than learn about your witch heritage.Sapphire's jaw drops as her eyes immediately shoot over to her mother.
>Jen: My WHAT?Sapphire's mother closes her eyes as she lifts an open palm into the air, waving the other hand around it, she produces an orange flaming orb from seemingly out of nowhere, making it dance and dart around in her hand, letting it roll down her arm like a ball as it rolls between her cleavage, before pinching it down into a smaller flame, and flicking it across the room to light a candle.
>Mom: Admittedly that was just for show. I could just as easily snap my fingers and point to the candle to light it, but... I wanted to see the glimmer in your eyes, just as my mother saw it in mine when she first told me. All of our bloodline are capable of magical feats.>Jen: Wait, why didn't you tell me this years ago? What if i had, like, lit my pom poms on fire on accident while cheering or something?>Mom: i... just wanted you to live a normal life. Without being an outcast like i was. >Jen: But what if I had manifested these powers sooner?>Mom: Normally, you need to KNOW about magic, and have intent to cast the spells.>Jen: So why does my teleportation only work when I crawl underneath a wrestling ring?>Mom: Maybe the ring is your spell focus? [1/2] 