The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purpose abroad!
She found it harder and harder these days to conjure up images of her past. Herstial was vivid, its woven structures forming effortlessly... but the people, their silhouettes wavered.. She used to see them so vividly in her dreams, mother and father, side by side, poised, dignified, noble. But as time wore on she found their forms wavering. Were her mothers eyes green? or blue? What color was fathers hair? was he tall? slowly they faded until they were little but white ethereal forms walking about, no different from the commoners who filled the empty space. And yet the one form she wished she could forget remained as clear as day, white stripes over a chestnut coat. He didn't look like a villain, and yet he was the worst kind, at least in her story.
She thought about them constantly now. and her children.... and she wondered, if she had stayed in the temple, would she be free of such burden? She had felt free there... no burden of her past on her shoulders... She had made friends, had been able to let go of Oberon, IO, Syrilth, Kodarki... Cavalier. She loved them all dearly still... but there, she had been able to let them go, keep them as cherished memories rather then fragments of loss.
This child too seemed plagued by the same fragments as she came to lay beside her. "You aren't from Novus" Luvena observed out loud. "Me neither. Not originally. What's your name?" She was in no rush for an answer. Clearly the girl had been through something recently, and though she seemed poised, all facades fell apart eventually. She began to hum softly, the tune of the herstillian lullaby, sweet, and yet vaguely haunting, a reminder of its past lyrics.
@Csilla
Sorry for how short this is, I was struggling a lil bit.
She thought about them constantly now. and her children.... and she wondered, if she had stayed in the temple, would she be free of such burden? She had felt free there... no burden of her past on her shoulders... She had made friends, had been able to let go of Oberon, IO, Syrilth, Kodarki... Cavalier. She loved them all dearly still... but there, she had been able to let them go, keep them as cherished memories rather then fragments of loss.
This child too seemed plagued by the same fragments as she came to lay beside her. "You aren't from Novus" Luvena observed out loud. "Me neither. Not originally. What's your name?" She was in no rush for an answer. Clearly the girl had been through something recently, and though she seemed poised, all facades fell apart eventually. She began to hum softly, the tune of the herstillian lullaby, sweet, and yet vaguely haunting, a reminder of its past lyrics.
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Sorry for how short this is, I was struggling a lil bit.
