Silence answers her until the lonesome hoot of an owl breaks it.
She smiles, despite the fact that no sister has appeared. Because it seems like the universe is always playing tricks on her like that, like it is getting back at her for her very unlikely existence. She and Salt were born at the crossroads of life and death. The scythe had swung dangerously above them even before their cells split. Would they be born alive? Would they be born dead? Would they be ghosts trapped on the Other Side? Or would they forever wonder what, exactly, they were? Abominations, some might think. Bad omens, others may say, not fit to see the light of day. But these minds would be wrong. Vael’s come to terms with it herself; she’s found the perfect truth of them can be summed up. Miracles.
And then, there is one before her.
“Oh, sister! I’ve missed you dearly.” She gives thanks to the earth and the after-earth and all the stars in the sky, because she is whole again. With the same dark face and luminous eyes that know about places beyond staring back at her, she is restored. Vael rushes forward but stops just short of Salt. She knows about boundaries all too well (of both personal space and of the veil that separates the ghosts from the living). She has none, herself, but worries for her twin. They have been apart so long, how has she grown since? Who has she become?
This close, Vael’s soft golden glow illuminates Salt’s face, but it doesn’t reveal any answers otherwise. Those will be for her to divulge, if she’s so inclined. Every atom of her vibrates with the want to touch the other, to make sure she is real and in the flesh before her (not a figment of her imagination, not a walking dream). “There are parts of our past that are cloaked like a thick mist in my head. But never you. Never you, Salt.” And her name tingles like magic on her tongue. “ I’ve been waiting for you to guide me through it.”
lost daughter of Ramiel and Gail
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