The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purpose abroad!
She saw herself in the girl. She too had once been lost, wandering barren lands in search of… something, though she didn’t know what. Sometimes she thought she had been made like a house of cards. Carefully put together, assembled with grace and poise, but, just one soft breeze could send all the cards flying. Scattered in different directions, left for her to wander about finding them, or to build a new castle. Ultimately… She had chosen the latter.
She wondered how this child had come to lose her way. She had met so many over the years who had found themselves lost. One woman… She couldn’t even remember her name now, but she remembered her golden coat, her lithe physique. She had been a princess once she thought… but had somehow found herself a slave later on. There was the pirate woman, who had come in on a raft, landing in the worst part shore of Elysium, one that few dared to walk upon, for the tides were swift and strong. It seemed tragedy lurked in every corner of the world, waiting to sink its fangs into the soft and innocent.
Suddenly the girl scrambled to her feet, and she forced herself not to flinch in surprise. The girl was like the hare it seemed. Like any movement just slightly out of place would send her dashing across the snow-covered fields.
“Not much you could do to trouble a feeble thing like me” she murmured with a gentle smile.
She stopped humming as the girl gave her her name. “It’s a beautiful name. It sounds as ancient as the world itself. Does it mean something special where you come from?”
Though her words were always soft, drifting over the wind like cherry blossoms, she made even more of an effort to keep the usual rasp out of her voice. Fear curdled in her heart, terrified of what would happen should Csilla run off into the dangers of the plains alone. “Luvena means beloved one, or so I’m told.”
@Csilla
She wondered how this child had come to lose her way. She had met so many over the years who had found themselves lost. One woman… She couldn’t even remember her name now, but she remembered her golden coat, her lithe physique. She had been a princess once she thought… but had somehow found herself a slave later on. There was the pirate woman, who had come in on a raft, landing in the worst part shore of Elysium, one that few dared to walk upon, for the tides were swift and strong. It seemed tragedy lurked in every corner of the world, waiting to sink its fangs into the soft and innocent.
Suddenly the girl scrambled to her feet, and she forced herself not to flinch in surprise. The girl was like the hare it seemed. Like any movement just slightly out of place would send her dashing across the snow-covered fields.
“Not much you could do to trouble a feeble thing like me” she murmured with a gentle smile.
She stopped humming as the girl gave her her name. “It’s a beautiful name. It sounds as ancient as the world itself. Does it mean something special where you come from?”
Though her words were always soft, drifting over the wind like cherry blossoms, she made even more of an effort to keep the usual rasp out of her voice. Fear curdled in her heart, terrified of what would happen should Csilla run off into the dangers of the plains alone. “Luvena means beloved one, or so I’m told.”
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