Sun Mote Copse Autumn Days

the story continues; they found a healer and presumably get better though it comes at the cost of the boy whom has lost an eye. his own wounds, beneath the thick, gooey salve sting in sympathy. rasalas’ lips twitch as he considers it, remembering what niamh said about scars being ‘badass’. i heard that scars are badass. a soft giggle, born of a child knowing they shouldn’t swear but find joy in the small act of rebellion, leaves his lips; warmed that the prince still loves the boy despite the ugly marring that accompanies the loss of an eye. rasalas hasn’t lost his eye but eljay’s lack of confidence that his wounds would heal without heavy scarring stir the beginnings of self-consciousness.

the story is interrupted by the presence of another; a woman. the boy greets her with enthusiasm and rasalas watches the way she moves, unable to understand the significance of it and instead focuses upon her words. rasalas. the lost boy offers shyly, the story temporarily forgotten about with her appearance.