Apron → Powerful Magical Robes

For lack of other occupation, my mind wanders. The first scenario to come to mind, I imagine what it may be like to bear a class that could help with this situation. Rather than an 'apron' for cleaning, I would wear 'powerful magical robes' and surely --

-- I could figure... this out?

I feel the magic within my being warm, its natural resistance causing friction with the power of this artifact's. But reinforced and bolstered by my robes, it's not enough to keep the artifact's power at bay as it seeps into and through me, twisting what it finds and whisking it beyond my senses' reach.

It's unfortunate, but not entirely surprising. Whatever created this thing is beyond mortal powers: I'm fortunate to even be able to discern what it's doing to me at all, let alone how it functions. And even then... I can only barely tell that its power is warping me, and not merely holding me in stasis. But what changed?

I can't tell that, but it seems to be periodically reading my thoughts. Perhaps I may be able to use that to learn why? Maybe even direct it, somehow... Or maybe I'll just fail myself, the way I failed Arma. Frozen in time as magic beyond my understanding flows through me and bends me like string I...

I've only felt so helpless once before. Maybe it's hopeless? Maybe it's hopeless but... but I should still try. I feel it reaching for my thoughts again...

(princess' sister, wavy light-green hair, powerful magical robes, princess' dress, surprised expression, medium breasts, tiara, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)

[AN: This was an interesting one to write. I'm trying to thread the line between 'actually competent and worth calling 'powerful'' and 'not as competent as the literal ascendant being' she is in other timelines. I also want to try and keep her narrative matched to her expression, and she seems pretty distressed.]

[Phrases changed: 4 / 10. Current track: we're at 40% Princess' Sister, 60% baseline Cheryl.]