King Elk Forest He said I look familiar

Sorry for the long delay am awful

Ritual?
She'd not heard of this ritual before. Perhaps it would be fun, like a festival.
She fantasised about it until he continued.

But what he said...made sense. Her family had done wrong.
They didn't respect her or what she wanted, they didn't look for her when she left with a stranger. Because she was a runt, they hoped she'd die. And they would have done so for all those before her.
The thought made her skin crawl. Her blood boil.
But Sacnite had only let herself be angry once. At Cry.
She wondered if her children wouldn't hold the whites she did. She hoped so if she was going to stay here. If she really believed this.

She wondered why brown was the colour. She thought that those of unusual colour were more respected, but here it seemed different. She kind of liked it. The deviation from what seemed common.
Darkness was scary. You never knew what it held, and it was probably best to not go poking it. But in light, you can see all, and you know what you can see. To Sacnite, this made sense.

She matched his smile. It brought warmth into her, that she could be accepted; that she already was. But to be a stronger believer...did that mean Celnes with her strange looks wasn't? Did she not fully believe? Sacnite had doubts, but she'd figure it out soon enough.
"When will the ritual be?"​
She wanted to be a Déorwine, she wanted to fit in.
She wanted to be loved.