Minah has heard all the great love stories.
Ichiro and Carwen.
Mae and Pawn.
Lilliana and Josef.
Solomon and Lavender.
Valerio and Aletta.
—Malachi and Kalina.
But none of these, would ever, could ever be her own. She is content with that, with this life she has chosen to live. Some may think it is lonely, the prospect of never having a partner in life, never having children, but Minah believes it to be anything but. Minah is Minah and she never changes. She has always put her family, especially her sister and eldest brother first. She honors her family, their lines, her ancestors. And when she was asked by great spirits if she would serve as her family’s guide, their scale, and bowed that dappling head lower, closed the brown eyes passed from mother to son to daughter, pledged herself.
No children.
No love.
No life that truly belongs to herself.
But to become a great guardian she hear so much about, to become a wing for her family to fly upon, Minah would take the role up with both honor and grace.
She is looking for Tarian now. The brother everyone says she looks most like, but with the blue eyes of their grandfather and silver wings sprouting from his back. Orani had said he would be here, somewhere, but Minah is no magician, she is no star talker, and she is no seer. Aletta and her father had both warned Minah and her twin over the dangers of magic, but what Minah would do for a scryer if she could find one. She pushes through the trees and out into the meadow and she thinks, maybe she was braver than she thought, bolder than what everyone assumed.
Her stomach clenches and feels as though it has risen into her throat when brown eyes watch as the wolf lowers his head to drink. Minah looks to the wolf and she is suddenly all to aware of the reminder that her sister is the brave twin, the bold twin, and Minah is Minah and she never changes.
@[Targaryen]