06-06-2017, 10:17 AM
enfys
just stop your crying, it's a sign of the times
She flittered, twinkling on her ice points as her cold breath whirled around her, causing her to skate effortlessly on the land as she crossed it. Her sister was somewhere, probably with her own life—they were all busy, so scattered—and that left the growing girl with her father. A fog settled in and they wove their way through the trees silently. Companionably, almost.
Things were so awkward. He was so quiet. She had learned in these last months that she had a rather large family. Several sisters, and one brother. She had come to understand that her mother had planned to leave her with Jinju. Came to understand it. It did not make her like it any less, but such that things were, she would learn to be happy. She was determined to be happier than her parents.
Who both appeared to be miserable.
And so, when her father asks her to join him at the creek, she says nothing. Her bright blue eyes look at him, her ears rotating forward, and she nods simply, getting up from her place underneath a redwood tree and heading towards the small riverway that bisected the Taiga into two parts. This was part of the forest she was familiar with. These were lands that smelled familiar to her, and near where she and her mother had lived until…
Until it had all gone wrong.
Too much time spent alone, bottling up. Reagan had snapped, and there was nothing that poor little Enfys could do but watch.
The small grey lady’s thoughts are on her mother as she looks down at the ground, following her father’s trail to the creek bed. And there she stares at the babbling brook, watching the minnows swim their way aimlessly through the world, wondering if their lives were any simpler than hers.
The unwanted child.
What a life.
Things were so awkward. He was so quiet. She had learned in these last months that she had a rather large family. Several sisters, and one brother. She had come to understand that her mother had planned to leave her with Jinju. Came to understand it. It did not make her like it any less, but such that things were, she would learn to be happy. She was determined to be happier than her parents.
Who both appeared to be miserable.
And so, when her father asks her to join him at the creek, she says nothing. Her bright blue eyes look at him, her ears rotating forward, and she nods simply, getting up from her place underneath a redwood tree and heading towards the small riverway that bisected the Taiga into two parts. This was part of the forest she was familiar with. These were lands that smelled familiar to her, and near where she and her mother had lived until…
Until it had all gone wrong.
Too much time spent alone, bottling up. Reagan had snapped, and there was nothing that poor little Enfys could do but watch.
The small grey lady’s thoughts are on her mother as she looks down at the ground, following her father’s trail to the creek bed. And there she stares at the babbling brook, watching the minnows swim their way aimlessly through the world, wondering if their lives were any simpler than hers.
The unwanted child.
What a life.