Northstar Vale she plays a tune for those who wish to overlook

got carried away lmao :,)

the smile that was returned touched on a wistful expression. she had spent to much time in her head lingering by the tombstones of certain connections. was the tie of blood merely something that could be cut?

❝home doesn't feel like home anymore.❞ zulema uttered, settling beside her mother and small brothers.

she knew less pessimism could shine light on her days and wash the stain of sadness away, but for now she did not want to. how could she? zulema assumed that one day her siblings may chose to leave, perhaps herself someday as well; what she didn't understand how it could be so early into their lives, and with that there was no goodbye. she wished she was angry, thinking that maybe it'd hurt less.

she could not forget, no, but she could heal. though her sister had not been gone long, when she looked to the stars she would think of zosime. the stars were hers, as well as the melodies tamar the girl shared. she would think of the way antigone's strong will ignited fire in his eyes when she'd pass the stream, or lotus spring. surely her mother knew? surely she could offer comfort, a way to see past this? perhaps she'd offer the words the spurred a painful, moving on.