[ the dark seems to reach out from bonnie, now. soft and yet grainy like soil growing sumptuous truffles and worked in with hands that know every grain and speck.

where she'd been the motionless smooth glass of a black lake at night, ripples form now and the ice melts away. this is bonnie's power in motion; pulled from depths of an earth she's not connected to -- maybe had never set foot on. this is iron forged again and again across generations. ]

Bonnie is descended from millenia of witches and she's only just discovering how powerful she can be. She was seeded into the earth from its creation, a star in motion. Not some ... science lab screw up.

[ with this, she waves a hand in the mirror's direction. ]

And despite her ignorance, she feels it. So enjoy fighting her pride, Peter. Because that's what will kill her.