From Here

It can feel the sorrow and frustration and anger that radiates from you as you tumble through the Portal and meet with your mother after so many long nights. And it watches for a while, relishing in the despair before it gently reaches out toward you with a dark jasmine laced breeze, caressing you gently as it searches you for things to take. It finds your magic, but it cannot take it, leaving a surprise for when you try to summon the flames once more. And with one final sweet breeze against the nape of your neck, it vanishes and leaves you to confront your mother.

the Rift

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| ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Faeanne |

Magic:
Offensive: Can summon flames from her wings when she flaps them, however doing so will leave her body coated in ash.
The Rift alters your magic.