The miracle of her birth

"And unfortunately for me, my presence in the Upper Realm," he adds, raising his hand to allow curls of purple magic to smoke and coil from his fingers. "...Tends to leave marks."

Silently, I continue to watch him as the sparks of magic dispersing up from his palm fizzle out to nothing in the darkness of the room. Closing his palm now, Valerian sweeps his arms around himself and curls up next to me.

"Traces," I echo with a low murmur, my eyes becoming glassy now as I mull this over for a moment. Of course, creatures as powerful as him are bound to leave their mark on the world- the heavy foreboding of an aura, a cold chill, or a never-ending winter that sweeps across the land for a whole year. It is not uncommon for the magic of the Upper Realm to clash with the magic of the Downside- the Ethereum, leaving as a result dashes and traces that scar the earth with strange symbols and splatters of foreign debris.