her mother sleeps, and Astraea has found her legs more quickly than anticipated.
her existence is a curious one, her bloodline even more so. it is a muddled tapestry of vikings, sylphs, murders and witches, but to her, now, it is potential. she has the ability to become any one of those things, in the months and years that follow. but now, she is little more than a nameless girl who has wandered over the edge of her tiny world, finding herself in one larger than anticipated, with muted lights and colours that dance in her newly-opened gaze. it is early dawn, and the glen is quiet, save for the rush of the waterfall that feeds into the center pool. she wavers only a moment at the entrance before she wobbles further from the den, tail stiff and high, milky blue gaze seeking for any trace of movement to latch onto.
her existence is a curious one, her bloodline even more so. it is a muddled tapestry of vikings, sylphs, murders and witches, but to her, now, it is potential. she has the ability to become any one of those things, in the months and years that follow. but now, she is little more than a nameless girl who has wandered over the edge of her tiny world, finding herself in one larger than anticipated, with muted lights and colours that dance in her newly-opened gaze. it is early dawn, and the glen is quiet, save for the rush of the waterfall that feeds into the center pool. she wavers only a moment at the entrance before she wobbles further from the den, tail stiff and high, milky blue gaze seeking for any trace of movement to latch onto.
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I sing of arms and men - by Hela - June 03, 2019, 08:24 PM
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