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Keepsake Featured - Moonchild Mentioned - Poet / North / Seoul / Florence Moonchild rolls the wand back and forth between his paw pads. Back and forth; back and forth. It’s beautiful; dark, ashy wood with intricate carvings of oak leaves stretching up the length of it. It had been a gift from North a very long time ago and Moonchild still doesn’t know whether North had carved and enchanted it himself or inherited it from some other keb before passing it on… not that he hasn’t asked… but North would never talk about it. He’s never been able to get it to work. Never been able to coax his natural magic into using it as an outlet as he’s seen North and Seoul do with their own wands. Any keb can become a witch they had told him on countless occasions but Moonchild doubts that he will ever be able to live and breath magic with the same ease that they do. It helps now, when he feels too big for his skin and anxiety ripples through him like an unwelcome draft. Back and forth; back and forth