The barest light danced among the oak leaves overhead. Silver, she might have guessed, as all things moon-touched tended to be. Her attention was earth-bound and so the glimmering went unseen. With her head bent over a clutch purple buds, her shoulders a mountain, she was set on gathering. The buds were soft, shaped like tear drops, and she tried to pull them from their mooring with soft tugs of her teeth, but this destroyed the lot.
It was frustrating work. Soon she would tire of it and seek out some other patch in the dark.
The foothills had become her home — a recent change, but not a terrible one. The daylight warmed the soil in to mud, and without anyone to witness her, Siofra enjoyed the filth of it. She thought of how her brothers and sisters would laugh to see her now: her luxurious coat left to tangle, limbs caked with brackish mud, so invested in the studies she had been too petulant to mind back in the Court.
The girl huffs indignantly, and in one motion crushes the plant underfoot and turns from it, raising from her stoop. She looks to the sky, but around her the trees shroud any sight of her beloved stars.
It was frustrating work. Soon she would tire of it and seek out some other patch in the dark.
The foothills had become her home — a recent change, but not a terrible one. The daylight warmed the soil in to mud, and without anyone to witness her, Siofra enjoyed the filth of it. She thought of how her brothers and sisters would laugh to see her now: her luxurious coat left to tangle, limbs caked with brackish mud, so invested in the studies she had been too petulant to mind back in the Court.
The girl huffs indignantly, and in one motion crushes the plant underfoot and turns from it, raising from her stoop. She looks to the sky, but around her the trees shroud any sight of her beloved stars.
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