[wanda raises her eyes to catch lucifer’s gaze with her own. and did it? — the question all but precludes what’s coming up next in her story. a couple of the fey children whisper, echoing the question, asking with their suppositions for wanda to continue the story.

it takes her a moment, and then her eyes divert back to the children, a soft and gentle smile accompanying her words.]

It thinks it might have.

[the story parallels a lot of what vision experienced, being given life through a cosmic stone and meant to embody living qualities when it was nothing more than just that: a sentient stone, but a stone nonetheless — without dreams or desires, now given form.]

It slept for a long time, [her fingers draw pictures with her magic, of a blue glow, adorned with a golden, pulsing crown at the edges.] because such a long trip made it tired. But, one day, it thought it would very much like to become Someone, like you and me.

[the gold explodes, shatters into glittering stars, raining down atop her captivated audience.]

And perhaps, then, a bit of the cosmos and its magic is now in you, too.

[it’s a kid’s story, after all.]