IMAGINATION INFATUATION + open, wand?

[justify]on the topic of sanity, lorna is a special case. in her own mind, she's very sane. it is her own little world, after all, and so everything makes perfect sense to her. for example, in lorna's world, she's a force to be reckoned with, but in the real world, she's actually quite adorable and particularly harmless. it's these kinds of parallels that keep the young girl from realizing the truth. she's young, let her live. she'll have her own battles to fight soon enough.

and what's a battle to a wizard without a trusty wand?

she's always wanted a wand. her paws aren't made of holding them, sadly, and so it's always been a bit of a struggle to even pretend to use a wand. 'no matter,' she said to her father when pressed about the subject, 'i'm just waiting for the right wand. when it comes, all my problems will be solved.' maybe not all of them. opposable thumbs are still just barely out of reach. always out of reach.

the perfect wand she's conjured mentally is a void of ebony black with the exception of one end being stained a snowy white. it's long and slim and a perfect cylinder. it's balanced when she holds it between her teeth. it's...the standard magician wand you can pick up in the kid's section of just about any dollar store in the world. at least her goals are realistic.

now, despite their overwhelming popularity among young learners of the craft, those particular wands aren't very common in the forest. instead, lorna settles her mind upon a sturdy looking stick she tripp-found on the ground while out frolicking with her navy blue cape fluttering in the breeze behind her. at first, she was tempted to throw the mean ol' stick off into the distance, but once she clamped it between her jaws, she found it to be perfectly balanced and light as a feather.

she's since begun trying to cast spells with it, but it doesn't seem to be working right.
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