Broken Antler Fen You're just like an angel

I apologize for not replying to this sooner - I think we can probably fade comfortably within a round? She dead and is hard to write ;-;

It was among the same sort of responses that she had gotten from her mother when asking the same question. The other girls in the family were cute, or pretty, or in the case of Fox, beautiful. Toad had never been described with such terms, not even by Amelia herself. When she was small, she recalled her relatives prodding and pinching and saying she was a cute little fat puppy, but it had never seemed all that positive of a sentiment. Me being me. Toad thought about what it meant to be her, but came up honestly quite blank. To be her was to do as she did. She was nothing if not actions, and she had a hard time seeing how someone else would view her.

It made sense, everything Wraen said, but Toad knew better. She wasn't stupid, and even she knew that the storybook version of things was not how life was supposed to be. However, she also knew the way of the world did not cater to the ugly and underprivileged. You're right, that people aren't necessarily how they look, but men look for.. well, they look for the people you hear about in stories. It was always the fair maidens found by the knights. Even as a child, Toad recalled seeing her sisters dancing around the advances of boys. She had never needed to do so. Smiles are all well and good, but in the end, there is a reason the women in stories are always beautiful.