She shook her head before she fell again. Sighing and blowing out the candles, she rubbed her forehead until she felt she could breathe easily again, ebbing her migraine away. The air became breathable again, the pressure on her body disappearing, and she opened her eyes. The moonlight spilled into the room from a gap in the heavy drapes. She stood up slowly, her movements stiff and her joints aching, as if she had sat locked in her position for days rather than hours. She glanced down at the candles, all of them simple things of wax she made herself. That was important, or so Princess Luna had told her, though she couldn’t figure out why, nor could she understand what was happening to make her feel so out of sorts when she did these rituals.