Noctisardor Bypass trigeda

it's fucking cold here.
and it was. the entire journey had been, and dinah was exhausted. the pads of her feet hurt, and one of her ears had been ringing on-and-off for the past hour.
but it had become her job to keep her little family whole, oiled, functioning, and by now the girl had settled well into this role. she herded ava along gracefully, fed her family little made-up tales at night to help them sleep.
as they come under the archway, an impending sense of feeling trapped on an alien planet began to prickle dinah's hackles. there are no lavender fields here. there is no oceansong. there is no sand and no greenhills and certainly no daddy.
but this was home now. soon enough, she would have to accept it.
you really grew up here, mama?