Noctisardor Bypass fossopa

mama began to seem a bit more like herself again.
it pleased dinah, seeing a spark behind the golden eyes again; hearing her voice more and more often, seeing her settle into the place that was once hers. she was starting to bloom here, wedged between the mountains; but in turn, she left dinah behind.
dinah often felt as if she was in limbo. no longer a girl, but not yet a woman. the grief was not so knife-edged, but the wounds had not yet scabbed. the memories of seafoam and lavender were beginning to blur, but she had not yet touched every corner of the woodstone. she was not herself anymore, but not someone else, either.
she deflects when she's asked about herself, pale eyes averted toward the ground. i'm just glad you and ava are alright, snow crunches beneath her feet, and she notices how her footprints look just like the ones daddy used to leave in the sand. and i'm glad we're not alone anymore.