04-18-2017, 06:49 PM
enfys
just stop your crying, it's a sign of the times
The world was much too dark for Enfys. She had been born in a den to a dying mother whose only words muttered were..I love you over and over while she bled thick black blood into the snow. Enfys had barely woken up, before she looked back to witness the power of her mother's blood, knitting her body back together. Her milk had come in, and Enfys had known instinctively what to do.. But Reagan had never awoken. So the girl stayed dutifully by her mother, around the den, for the first few weeks. Her magic sustained her, but when she awoke, her mother was a different creature altogether.
The anguish had taken its toll, and even Enfys could see that something was not quite right... even though she had no outside perspectives on life.
And yet, she loved Reagan as no other... if for nothing more than she could tell her mother loved her deeply... just that the latter found she could barely take care of herself, let alone a baby girl.
Enfys knew that she had been born to power. That much was certain. But as for herself... well, she had little appreciation for what she could do, because, while she figured that she could do something, she did not know what that something would be.
And so now, having the first living equine in front of her (besides her mother), she stands with a steady gate, and a genuine smile on her small face. Her bright eyes are open, and she finds that she has nothing to hide. "We do live here in the forest, or at least. We did..." her voice is breaks off then, and she looks around again for some images of her mother.
Jinju's kind eyes probe her face, and Enfys sees in them a sense of a familial tie...almost as if the older girl knows her. But she is a child, who has known nobody. She blinks, heavy lids hooding over ice blue eyes, and she contorts her ears around her head. "My mother is... well. She is sad, you see. She wanders this way and that, almost as if she is constantly looking for something. Has been this way since the day I weaned from her. I could fend for myself while she..." A solitary tear trails down the grey girl's cheek, before Enfys focuses her eyes on the dark woman in front of her.
"I guess I am alone... now."
Damn it. She's started to cry.
She promised herself she'd never grow up and cry, like Mummy does.
The anguish had taken its toll, and even Enfys could see that something was not quite right... even though she had no outside perspectives on life.
And yet, she loved Reagan as no other... if for nothing more than she could tell her mother loved her deeply... just that the latter found she could barely take care of herself, let alone a baby girl.
Enfys knew that she had been born to power. That much was certain. But as for herself... well, she had little appreciation for what she could do, because, while she figured that she could do something, she did not know what that something would be.
And so now, having the first living equine in front of her (besides her mother), she stands with a steady gate, and a genuine smile on her small face. Her bright eyes are open, and she finds that she has nothing to hide. "We do live here in the forest, or at least. We did..." her voice is breaks off then, and she looks around again for some images of her mother.
Jinju's kind eyes probe her face, and Enfys sees in them a sense of a familial tie...almost as if the older girl knows her. But she is a child, who has known nobody. She blinks, heavy lids hooding over ice blue eyes, and she contorts her ears around her head. "My mother is... well. She is sad, you see. She wanders this way and that, almost as if she is constantly looking for something. Has been this way since the day I weaned from her. I could fend for myself while she..." A solitary tear trails down the grey girl's cheek, before Enfys focuses her eyes on the dark woman in front of her.
"I guess I am alone... now."
Damn it. She's started to cry.
She promised herself she'd never grow up and cry, like Mummy does.