Celandine stepped from her door and looked up at the sky. The moon was slipping behind the hills, but still left the eerie lilac haze in the sky. The fairy shuddered, fully able to feel the charge in the air. Cel didn’t understand what was happening to the land, but she could feel that something was very definitely… off.
She had now heard from two magic users, that their usual abilities and trinkets were not responding to them at the present time. Although she was glad she didn’t rely on such things, she had indeed been maintaining a veneer of glamour to improve her appearance in the eyes of the fair city dwellers. It was as she listened to the elves speaking of their magic struggles that she had first wondered if it was this odd haze in the air which had led to her headaches. She was well practised in keeping up glamour, but whatever it was that was altering the web for magic-wielders seemed also to be increasing the load on her energy.
It was Taeghen that Celandine had confided in with her concerns. He wondered if she might be right, and agreed with her thoughts that for a while she should let that glamour slip and see if things improved at all. Perhaps others would be like Taeghen and simply recognise her however she appeared to them.
It was now as the fading moonlight reflected on the sheen of her natural green skin that she not only felt lighter in terms of head fog, but she also felt far more able to deal with any battles that this strange time in the land of Elyona might bring. Now she might stand out in the city more, but could simply blend amongst the trees of the woodland. Her eyes glowed in the half-light as she slung her bow over her shoulder. Yes, now she felt much more able to withstand whatever lurked ahead.