Hoshor Plains im an object in motion

Vairë looked to the children, picking the coats of her own from their midst. Her breath came in a small inhale.

I live. A knowing side eye to her red coated sister, the memory of that ill fated meeting in her mind even now.

She worries for you, cloud-water woman. The tongue of the sunshine people was gentle on her lips, just for Ariadne. Moondoe watched the children closer.

She worries, perhaps, because she does not wish you to become me, when the sea-hawk took flight. Miserable, alone, starving. Ariadne had Moonsong, at least, but Vairë knew how it looked to their mother.

She never wanted to see the ribs curving through Ariadne’s skin as they had her own.