The glittering silver mana wafted off of my fingertips as fantastically as Kat had once said it had, the ethereal charm of this cold, ancient magic stealing away the attention of all who would see it, and especially those that were already focused completely on me.
The two magics I had unlocked through simply having the privilege of being born to my parents had unique and static effects that I was well aware of even after barely touching them ever since I discovered I had them; Blood Magic was entirely physical in nature and affected the corporeal in its entirety, while Moon Magic - especially the kind I had - was far more suited towards tricking the mind and creating illusions.
From what Mother said both of these magics I had been granted through my heritage were capable of a wide, unknown variety of things depending on how it came to you, the wielder, and apparently my Mother's parents had the opposite of what I had been granted.
