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[gloriousdawn]

It's an ordinary afternoon in the Koskin household. Solvei is nestled amid the remains of a demolished blanket fort; her sisters are a few feet away on the other side of a ruined pillow-wall, sharing a book.

"Hey," she says suddenly. "Let's be magical girls."

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[gloriousdawn]

Damn right.

Solvei takes the power she's offered.

[thisbrokenworld]

It was inevitable.

Ravni takes the power she asked for.

[nothing_noble]

The world won't know what hit it.

Eithrun takes the power she needs.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Their bodies course with magicmagicmagic, flowing into and through them like they are empty vessels that will never be empty enough to hold the raw potential at their fingertips, and they will do it anyway. Each is acutely aware of her sister's--position, stance, even the magic that now flows through them. Words bubble to their lips--they could resist, but why would they, when they have come this far already?

[gloriousdawn]

It's the most perfect thing imaginable.

They move and speak in flawless unison, standing straight with hands folded solemnly over hearts, reciting words that begin like their modified oath—

"I take as my charge this planet and its people, and I swear none shall go hungry that my hand can feed, and none shall be killed that my hand can protect." They glow; they levitate; they lift their heads as though looking through the wall and on up to the sky. "For life, for hope, for the will to do the impossible, I am the Golden Thane of Dawn's Blazing Fire, and I am here to help."

As they settle back onto the floor and the glow fades, Solvei's outfit is revealed as a pale golden tunic over pale blue leggings, with long pale blue gloves, all united by silver detailing, a silver belt at her waist, and a pair of silver riding boots. A palm-sized sunburst emblem blazes on the front of the tunic, just below the high collar.

[thisbrokenworld]

"For truth, for freedom, for the last light in the darkness, I am the Shadowed Thane of Night’s Distant Stars, and I am here to help."

Ravni's tunic is black, her gloves and leggings midnight blue, her boots and belt and trim a darker grey. At her throat gleam three white stars. The subtle details of her outfit are a little sleeker than Solvei's, lines a little sharper, less medieval and more science-fiction.

[nothing_noble]

"For peace, for friendship, for the voices that go unheard, I am the Silver Thane of Dusk’s Changing Moon, and I am here to help."

Eithrun's tunic is silver-grey, her gloves and leggings medium blue, her boots and belt and trim silver-white. Her emblem is a shimmering moon whose phase seems to shift when viewed from different angles, from new all the way to full.

[gloriousdawn]

Their transformations complete, the sisters look at each other. Then, simultaneously, they burst out laughing and dive into a group hug that carries them back onto the pillow-ruin in a giggling heap.

[nothing_noble]

"How come you guys get the cool oaths and I'm the goddamn Lorax?" complains Eithrun between giggles.

[gloriousdawn]

"Don't knock the Lorax. The Lorax knows what's up," laughs Solvei.

[thisbrokenworld]

"And hey, magic," Ravni observes. "Light of True Seeing."

She begins to glow faintly white.

[gloriousdawn]

"...magic!" agrees Solvei. "What's mine—? Light of the Blazing Dawn."

A strong golden glow surrounds her, radiating a message not unlike the dawn's rays in their vision. It advertises a personal commitment to helping, to improving, to supporting people in achieving or surpassing their goals; it advertises her nature as the sort of person who will go over, under, around, or through any obstacle in her path; and it invites the viewer to partake of her messianic radiance and become just a little bit better at whatever skills and faculties they value. Faster, stronger, smarter, more creative—anything and everything.

[nothing_noble]

"Nice," says Eithrun. "Okay, my turn - Light of the Gentle Moon?"

Her silver glow is stronger than Ravni's but subtler than Solvei's. And—

"Holy shit you guys I got a healing aura," she crows.

[gloriousdawn]

"We're the best," says Solvei.

[thisbrokenworld]

"We're pretty great," Ravni agrees. "So, do we tell our parents, or...?"

[gloriousdawn]

"Of course we tell our parents," says Solvei. "No power on Earth could stop me from bragging about this grand success."

[nothing_noble]

"Concur," says Eithrun.

[thisbrokenworld]

Ravni laughs.

They tell their parents. Their parents are proud and amused in equal measure, along with a dash of worry and a pinch of what-will-our-little-disasters-think-up-next. Papa gently requests that the girls let him know before they attempt to go adventuring; the girls graciously assent.

Solvei and Eithrun's aura spells are so pleasant and useful that they both take to just staying transformed all the time, and Ravni follows suit even though her spell's applications are much less universal. The Light of True Seeing detects lies and pierces illusions, but Ravni was already pretty good at that sort of thing. Still, she doesn't mind being last place in spell usefulness. They'll get more in time, she's sure.