username; honeybunchesofoats
pony name; Legacy
gender;female (she/her)
magic type; mechanical and fire
Same hands that made the moon and the stars
𝕽𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖙 was not something that was mentioned in Legacy's family. She came from a long line of world renowned mechanical magic users. They worked closely with everyone from royal and important pegasi and unicorns to average ground dwelling citizens. They were all hard working and loved their jobs, often coming up with new inventions that delighted those who could get their hands on them. Legacy was no different, tagging along to shadow her siblings, aunts and uncles, cousins, and parents from an extremely young age. She was extremely promising as well, hand crafting intricate art pieces and functional tools just as well as the older member of the family. However, there was something that most people did not know about them.
Got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts
𝕰𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 often got the better of them. Stress boiled in the pits of their stomach and led to a wondrous sight. Each and every member of Legacy's family had the ability to practice a second type of magic, one unknown to them. Discovering their second passion was a coming of age right of passage. It came in moments of extreme emotion: sadness, anger, love. During holidays, Legacy's family would retell the same old stories of how they earned theirs on a seemingly endless loop. Her aunt made it rain in the middle of a perfectly sunny day. Her older brother could write inked letters without needing to hold a pen while he worked. This was Legacy's regret.
Can't hold myself responsible
𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓. She looked around her workbench as smoke billowed out of the opened window beside her. Her open palms were frozen in place, still cooling down from her outburst. Embarrassed tears swelled in her eyes as she scanned the table for any salvageable work. Legacy knew in an instant there was none. She heard the door behind her click open and her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She was working for an extremely valuable client, the first time her family trusted her to stay the week in their home so she could dedicate her time to crafting them magical tools. There was a firm grip on her shoulder and soon she was standing and being ushered out of the door. Legacy turned before they passed through the exit, many of the customer's valuables had been scorched. She knew going home, she would have to face that she lost her family a loyal patron. She would have to face that her second talent made her a failure.
So I blame the metaphyiscal.
Divider credits: animated cog, candles