Descendant of the Sorcerer | Female | 21 y/o
Once her mother had taught her that all magic happens within her heart and soul. If she fed something with enough dedication and passion it would grow into something great. That was her belief, that was her magic, her little secret to success. When entering school she would pour her full dedication into her studies, when she started to play the piano she did so with her whole heart. Everything she gave a little piece of herself, part of her heart and her soul. Even when making friends she tried her hardest, dedicating all of her attention and both her ears, because people like to speak.
However, little Louelle didn't understand that this magic needed to be fed. That it would once run out and then she wouldn't know what to do. She would play the wrong tune, forget about important notes and skim her studies. She would even start to lose her friends! It wasn't something she expected to happen. Not now, not ever. However, when it did it loomed over like a big dark fuzzy monster. Ugly and heavy, as if trying to smother her in its embrace. The little bubble of magic her mother spoke of was suddenly popped and the world felt hard and cold.
What remains of that girl isn't much. Still as hardworking as ever she still tries to make the magic happen, but now knows that it isn't really magic. She is more focused now, refusing to let herself be distracted from her path. Once she would have jumped up at every new experience and new chance offered. Now, Louelle considers everything carefully, weighing out what benefits and advantages there are for her. She knows that she doesn't hold that much magic anymore.
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