Anastasia is so simple that she is complicated. She is someone who does not have all of the decorations and armor of someone raised amongst throngs of other souls; she had never learned the social graces, and she has never learned how to lie. In this, her bluntness, her honesty, her feral instincts, she is complex. She is finely tuned to her emotions, and she is not bothered when they jump suddenly—she just enjoys the ride. She does not doubt herself or second guess what she is going to say or feel shame.
She just is.
So she just looks at him, turning back to the fire, and then to him again. “What else-where could Ana-stasia want?” If there was an elsewhere worth mentioning, wouldn’t he have mentioned it already? In her mind, they would have already been there was it worthy. Her lip curls a little in disgust as she considers the giant, blazing wall, but she shrugs finally, moving up to his side again. “Fine. Wall fine.” She would make do for now. She could always leave if she decided too later. Loyalty was beyond her.
Nudging his shoulder, the touch inky darkness, she smiles, sharp teeth glinting in delight at the silkiness of his shadows. It was the same and yet different from her. His were shallow and she got the feeling that if she leaned a little too far in, she would reach a bottom. She would reach an end. Different and yet the same. Nothing bothering to be polite and wait, Anastasia walked yet again through a portal of his creation, appearing on the other side of the wall. Turning back to it, she spit on the ground.
“Home,” she says to no one in particular, although he is certainly there by now.
“This is Ana-stastia’s home.” She looks over. “And Rho-nan’s.”
A pause, a mockery of a smile, “Ana-stasia and Rho-nan’s home.”
like the moon, we borrow our light
{I am nothing but a shadow in the night}