[ Officially, Joan had never labeled the kind of power that Vanessa was born with, but she had called it wicked. She had said that it made her want to hide and never come out. Vanessa knows that it's something older than time, something called Amunet, and that even now it breathes in the shadows between worlds where life and death are no different. She knows it must stay there, but something within it stirs at the very concept of chaos magic.

Vanessa pauses, then gently shakes her head. ]

Not in such a way, but... I was only ever afforded the chance to converse with one witch about such things, and our time together was...too short.

[ Still one of her most painful memories, but she's focused beyond that right now. ]

From where do you draw its power, if not faith in a god? ...Something within? Something that whispers?