Broken Antler Fen Scarlet

teya smiled gently, settling in for the tale that wraen wove.
twins. leda. leda. she loved the name at once, putting that sound within her heart. two sons, one a mortal, one who was not. they had never become rivals from the sound of it, and there had even been a sacrifice in the name of agape: love between brothers.
teya found this most fantastical of all, that there were men who did not compete with one another.
but the story was quickly beloved all the same; she told it to herself a second time, quiet all that while. and the bard, protected from the hubris of those who had not believed. that part chilled and quickened the girl, who felt a faint sense of piety growing stronger.
and maia, able to tell the stars. she would ask this.
"i sometime wish i had a sister," the girl murmured, wishing also that she could speak plainly of the great void in her heart where she felt a sibling must certainly have been at one time.