Lion Head Mesa hollyhock

she listened, brewing further upon it all.

a jewelstone gaze had become a dark ocean, expansive and toiling.

no sons, no brothers, a dead father.

she did not wish for any of it. she would not demand any of those around her succumb to a fate her mother had already seen. yet finally her father saw the truth of it all.

something akin to grief struck her heart.

i am the image of one already. you see it.

all but in the body she had been born into. looked over in favor of a brother who had not even seen the world beyond akashingo yet.

she dared him to say he did not see the writing before them.