Who: Moira Ozera and Open Where: The grounds When: This afternoon What: Moira is thinking Rating: TBD.
Moira had spent most of her life confused, feeling... separated from everyone else. That was what happened when a Moroi didn't specialize, or so she assumed. She had never known anyone else who hadn't specialized and most people didn't even know she hadn't. It was an embarrassment. It wasn't that she was bad at any of the elements. She had higher than average control over all of them. She had just never mastered one enough to specialize in it. Most people thought she specialized in fire and she let them believe it. She could use it enough to pretend, at least. The truth was a little stranger than that, however.
Moira could do things they hadn't learned about in school. She could make plants grow--even when they seemed to be on their last leg. She could even heal animals. No one knew about this, of course, but Lucas. Her husband had strange powers of his own. They had learned about past dhampirs who had been bound to their Moroi, but they had never heard of a Moroi husband being bound to his wife. It hadn't always been like that, of course, but now he could always feel what she was feeling, he could always find her. Moira honestly hoped he would find her here, but at the same time, she didn't want baby Christian to be left alone.
And now, being here, she heard of an ominous future and she honestly didn't know what to believe. According to them, Moira and her husband would turn Strigoi willingly. According to them it was for power. That was never Moira, however. She didn't want power. She wanted to feel like she wasn't losing her mind. That was all. She wasn't sure if it was because she had never specialized, but that lonely feeling wasn't all of it. There were times she really felt like she was going over the edge and she couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before she did and never came back.
She walked along the garden and picked a dead rose up from the ground. She held it in her hand for a few moments, then after focusing her energy on it, the rose came back to life, right in her hand. It was a beautiful white rose that was now in full bloom. A tear streaked down her face as she sank to a nearby bench, still holding the magically reborn rose.