Okay, now to figure out what's going on.
She placed her hand on the medicine cabinet.
What the hell are you?
[Magical Girl's Food Cupboard.]
Dill: ......
Just as the young girl was awkwardly trying to gouge out an entire Luna Palace on the cupboard, the voice said in an unruffled voice:
[Don't be ashamed; since your brain can't comprehend the magical constructs of this world, the Moon Goddess can only send you magical inspirations through the remnants of the other gods that are the same source as you, and the words I use are all based on a system of spells that you can understand.].
The sheer volume of information was too much for Dill to digest.
Remnants of a foreign god? The young girl's head cleared as she looked at the shiny medicine cabinet in front of her. Its predecessor was a shrine that had floated in from the east coast, hence the unexplained divine energy that Amber had said was attached to it.
Dill had a little bunny hopping around under her chest.
And what are you?
Because you were unable to absorb magical inspiration, over the years, a moon spirit was born from the richness of a young girl's inspiration. I will follow the guidance of the Moon Goddess and teach you the mysteries of your own magic.
The young dill sits down in her foster mother's arms with her head hanging down after countless failed attempts. With her small black furred head resting on the head of the large orange cat, the girl looks up to the powerful witch and asks, What is magic? And what was the inspiration?
It was then that Amber made her a glass of sweet milk with honey.
"Magic comes from inspiration given by the gods, and inspiration is the opportunity to use magic. Just like a poet who wants to make a beautiful ballad needs to find inspiration from all kinds of stories, and if we, the Goddess of the Moon's Divine Favorites, want to use perfect magic, we need to draw inspiration from the moonlight."
The girl was confused; although she had magical power, she could never be considered a Divine Favorite if she could not use magic properly. It was like a poet with an empty belly full of words but unable to speak a complete sentence.
"Then why have I never had any inspiration? Does the goddess... not like me?"
Behind the loss was more fear of loss, fear that the goddess had seen through her secrets, fear of never fitting into the world.
"The goddess loves every child. It's just that gifts never come to the door; the goddess hides her gifts in various places, waiting for you to discover them."
Seeing the girl's half-hearted face, the blonde witch sighed:
"Inspiration, Ma, in fact, Ah, is the voice of everything in the world."
The woman reached out, her palms gently closing around the girl's ears, and for a second there was silence in her head, and Dill seemed to be violently pulled out of the world beyond.
She could hear the rumbling of blood as if magma were drumming in the veins of the earth and hear the forest braying above the veins of the earth, flocks of birds scrambling to flap their wings, the seeds of flowers traveling on their feathers; it passed through sparkling lakes, over countless mountains and majesties, and traveled with the stars and the moon through the heavens, and then finally, struck down by a single drop of the morning dew just before sunrise, it fell into the palm of the woman's hand, and she, too, was pulled back into the world.
Amber opened her palm, and the tiny seed gradually stretched out its buds, drew branches, and finally bloomed into a pure white moonflower.
"This is the Goddess' gift to me."
She pinned the flawless white moonflower to the girl's ear.
"One day, you too will find your own gift."
Goddesses came in a myriad of guises; the poetic and romantic Goddess in Amber's words would bring a flower of inspiration from thousands of miles away for a devotee, and Dill had once heard Mida say that she brushed her long hair in the midnight moonlight and the Goddess would color it to infuse it with an unending supply of glamour. Even Bertha, the huntress, once cut down the head of a black wolf with a single blow, guided by the arrows of the stringed moon.
It wasn't that Dill hadn't had her share of grievances and dissatisfaction; she had once doubted the existence of the goddess, but suddenly on this very day, she realized that the goddess who sat high on the seat of the stars had been so close to her all along.
Because your thinking and perception circuit is different from that of normal people, you can't analyze the inspiration of magic correctly. That's why your magic is wrong from time to time. If this situation continues, after your bar mitzvah, the goddess will lift the shelter for the young, and at the same time, she will completely liberate your magical power. Then there will always be a day when you will be devoured by the wrong magic and lose your life.
She was really guarding herself.
Neither romantic nor gentle nor fierce, Dill felt incredibly close, exactly like Amber.
Dill could almost imagine how the goddess had buried her head in her hands all these years; she might have sent herself countless flowers, and gentle moonlight had watched over her sleeping face. However, there is no way that the Chinese and foreign language systems are different; people desperately want to transmit the answer; they just cannot receive it; they continue to answer the question incorrectly, forcing the goddess to only be independent for the children because of the failure to open a personal class instruction.
Dill: This is a pro-mom! It's pro-mom!
[The medicine cabinet you are using was once the attachment of a certain god across the sea, the remains of a kind of divine consciousness. At your bar mitzvah, the goddess managed to reach an agreement with the remnants of that other god, using him as a bridge to reconstitute the inspiration of magic into a form that you can understand, and that is the purpose of the birth of "I". Is that clear?
Dill nodded seriously, "That means the goddess made an operating system that only I can use, right?"
[That's right, the Confucian son can be taught.
Perhaps it was because she had completely absorbed Dill's memories of her previous life, the elf's speech and words all exuded a sense of familiarity that made her nostalgic.
While Dill was touched, she couldn't help but ask:
"But why does it have to be a magical girl's food cupboard?"
[Didn't I say before, this is to facilitate your understanding, I combined your familiar memories and preferences, in addition to borrowing some of Your Highness's bountiful power, to create this can be perfectly in line with your magic .... ]
What a characterful elf, Dill wondered a little if she had given birth to this one after years of being outside the situation and suffocating her years of inspiration.
"so do you have a name?"
[No.]