Stone Circle there are shooting stars behind your eyes

Valette brightens a little and Noma can’t help the smile form upon her features. She goes on, suggesting she should meet them and the pit of her stomach rolls over. An aunt. The smile begins strained on her features and she forces it to remain, worried if she lets it fade it will become too obvious. She shifts awkwardly in her seat and nods her head. She wants to meet them. They’re cousins, at least, and siblings at most, and she struggles not to break right then and there. It’s me! Adeline! she wants to scream but she bites her tongue as shame fills what’s left of her small frame, a small tremble running down her spine. Instead, she remains silent and nods her head a few times in agreeance but does nothing to push the process along.

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