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[doublethefun]

[despite the cold, there's a pony sitting on the roof tonight. A book describing a few of Paradisa's constellations lies open next to her as she peers at the night sky with a rather critical eye. The journal lies discarded on her other side as she sets the quill and ink next to a few pages ripped from the journal.]

Even the stars are different. [it's definitely not her night sky. A quiet sigh.]

What an odd world.

[heavenly bodies moving about by themselves? Simply unheard of.

Then there's just the sound of quill on paper as she gazes at the stars slowly wheeling above her.

And if anypony bothers looking out tonight? The stars seem to be shining just a bit more brightly than usual - just because she can.]

[[ooc: open in person or over the journal!]]

Comments

[doublethefun]

[an elegant shrug of her wings]

Unicorns typically specialize in their area of expertise and do not learn all the various magicks.

[musclebeast]

[What of this beautiful creature is not elegant?]

And you only go so far to say it is magic that explains this? And no means of science?

[doublethefun]

It is will, shaped by spells and channeled through a horn.

[a small smile] Poetically speaking.

[musclebeast]

Will?

[He's never heard it described like that before.]

Then your will must be... must be rather STRONG.

[doublethefun]

[simply] We are, in a way.

However, what one does with that strength of will is just as important as the quality of the will itself.