A constellation of tears on your lashes
Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
The idea of tracking time through rulers is completely foreign to her. She wasn’t aware that the tribal women even had a hierarchy, let alone the fact that Kagerou had been head of the tribe at that point in time. The green girl was oblivious to the fact that the yellow one who had tried to find her had followed after the clouded mare’s reign nor the fact that she stood before the current leader now.
All she’s ever done was observe from the outside looking in.
The grey warrior seems puzzled by Lucetta’s existence and she can’t blame her for that. She hadn’t ever made herself available to the woman tribe; the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind before. Lucetta was made to hide amongst the backdrop of lush greenery, to never stand out in any obvious way. Perhaps if she would venture out from her forest home, her coat would make her conspicuous to others. But her knowledge of the outside world is inconsequential to her life living amongst the other jungle-dwellers.
She nods a ‘yes’ in response to the warrior mare’s first question. It had been when she was but a yearling when she had first fallen into the other’s path, all gangly limbs and panic-stricken eyes. Namir shifts silently upon her withers, still alert to the possible confrontation. But Lucetta feels that the danger has passed and intrusive questions closely follow after. She was a familiar stranger to the other. One who remained hidden from her eyes yet remained intimately intertwined with the jungle around them. A forgotten tribal woman – one who has never had the chance to join the circle.
“Because she told me to do so. Because I am unwanted.”
