Emberwood So once for the bright sky, twice for the pig sty, thrice for another day

Her eyes closed briefly as Reverie dusted her off, imagining it was her mother, Opal—and Reina, too—caring for her, instead. The brief thought brought a smile and it remained even after her eyes regarded her aunt once more. It grew in size, the corners of her mouth reaching her eyes at the promise of play with her cousins, and even wider-if that were even possible—at the offer to show her around the Valley.

“Y-you want to do that with me, Aunt Reverie?” The title of aunt fell from her mouth; she wasn’t sure how it would be received as she had not done so since meeting the golden woman. Everything in her life was filled to the brim with uncertainty, starting the moment she opened her eyes from slumber. It was tough to live so fearfully, to not know how the world will be until the day was done, but she did it. Every day.

It was exhausting, so say the least. Maybe, that would change. She hoped for it with all her heart, anyway.