Eclipsa and Lunaria were walking down a hallway
Lunaria: so where are we going mommy
Eclipsa: I’m taking you to see something very important to our family specifically my side of the family
Lunaria: Important? What is it?
Eclipsa: *chuckles* it’s a surprise darling
The two arrive at a large
Lunaria: is it in here? It must be soooo huge for it to be in a room with a big door
Eclipsa: oh no dear it’s quite small the door is mostly for safety measures
Eclipsa places a hand on the door. A faint hum is heard as the lights up and the sound of locks are heard and the door opens. Lunaria has stars in her eyes
Eclipsa: come along now dear don’t dawdle
Lunaria: Sorry it’s just mommy is so amazing when she does magic. I can’t wait till I can do it too
Eclipsa: Patience my little sweet pea you’ll learn in time but first I want to show you this
Hovering over a pedestal was a familiar parasol
Lunaria: A parasol?
Eclipsa: not quite dear this despite its appearance is not a parasol but actually is the Butterfly family wand which has been passed down from mother to daughter and for a short time mother to son.
Eclipsa looks at her daughter and smirks
Eclipsa: want to see me use it
Without hesitation Lunaria nods her head
Eclipsa takes up the wand , twirls and fires off magical fireworks in the air as well as a few other spells. Lunaria cheers and claps with joy at the sight as it ends
Eclipsa: You know each person whose ever had the wand it change to match them. For some it reflects their inner nature, their desires, or even their untapped potential.
Eclipsa holds out the wand to Lunaria who looks at it quizzically
Eclipsa: Go on it’s ok let’s get a little preview of what your wand will look like
Lunaria: Will it look pretty like yours
Eclipsa: I’m sure whatever it looks like it’ll be beautiful just like you
Lunaria smiles as she slowly takes the wand and closes her eyes Eclipsa watched as the wand slowly began to glow its form taking on the appearance of light and changing shape. The light dimmed and wand was reformed
Eclipsa: open your eyes dear
Doing as her mother said Lunaria could only look on wide eyed at what was in her hands the wand that was just in the form of lavender parasol had become something akin to a staff with two handles one at the neck and the mounted on top of a round piece similar to Eclipsas own wand the difference being it appeared to have a half closed eye in its center and a pair of wings.
Lunaria could hardly contain her joy as she swung her wand back and forth. Her looked on with pride but at the same time something about the wands appearance made her feel nervous.
Lunaria then started twirling the wand but suddenly the section where neck handle was made a light clicking noise before it was sent flying and landed with a clatter
Lunaria: Oh no
Eclipsa: What’s wrong dear
Lunaria: I’m sorry mommy I broke the wand
Eclipsa: It’s not that easy to break dear I’m sure it’s a feature of your wand, just like how mines can function like a parasol.
Lunaria: you sure
Eclipsa: I’m positive. Now let’s see where it
Eclipsa froze as she spotted where the other half landed or more specifically embedded itself into. What was sticking in the ground was the upper half of Lunaria’s wand the upper handle extended and she realized that it wasn’t a simple staff but the wand hand became a sword and what her daughter was holding was its sheath.
Eclipsa: Lunaria dear I believe it’s almost time for your lessons. So I’ll take the wand back now
Lunaria: But shouldn’t I reattach the other half. Also I wanna show dad.
Eclipsa: You can show him later. So please hand me the wand
Lunaria was a little hesitant but also confused her mother’s tone was one she hadn’t heard before and she was positioning herself between her and the wands other half almost guard like. Eventually she relinquish her hold on it and returned it to her mother’s hands where it turns back into a parasol.
Eclipsa: Now run along dear
Lunaria: ok mother
Lunaria stopped just halfway out the doorway before looking back to see her mother’s expression casted at the wand her grip tight and of not for the gloves she wore no doubt Eclipsa’s knuckles would’ve been whiter then her already pale skin.
She was a child sure but Lunaria was taught how to carefully read an individual and at the moment she could tell her mother was both saddened and afraid.