Forced to be his Luna
She dropped her hands to her sides, feeling defeated.
Sirie approached her, a gentle smile on her face.
"Magic requires patience, Mira. It's not always about getting it right."
Mera sighed, rubbing her temples.
"But I've been trying for weeks, and still... I have done it before." Mira muttered.
"Perhaps tonight isn't the night," Sirie suggested softly, her voice a soothing presence in the cool night air.
"Magic flows differently depending on many things. Your mood, the alignment of the stars, even the state of your mind." Sirie let out. Mira nodded reluctantly, her shoulders slumping.
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