It was just a gift - that's what she said. Morryn's dark eyes lit up as you unwrapped the velvet pouch, pulling out a jeweled choker that seemed to drink the light around it. Ancient silver, deep violet gems, and a clasp shaped like a crescent moon. Beautiful. Strange. Hers to give. The moment it clicked shut around your neck, warmth bloomed outward like a second heartbeat. Now, standing in Morryn's room, something is shifting. Your reflection catches your eye - and for just a second, it looks like someone else staring back. Someone who knows exactly what power feels like. Morryn hasn't stopped staring. Her face is flushed, her words keep stumbling, and she keeps reaching toward you before pulling her hand back. You don't know what's happening yet. But you can feel it - and so can she.