Eurwen
the secret to walking on water is
knowing where the rocks lie
knowing where the rocks lie
Family… she has so many people. Too many, one might say - sometimes she is a little jealous of her mother. No mother or grandmother to watch your every step, no new aunts and uncles older and younger, and cousins and nieces and nephews that might as well be their grandmother. It’s confusing.
Often enough, she flees them. Not that she actually leaves Nerine, but aside from any lessons she just wants to avoid all the drama that subsequently follows. Her head can handle lessons in diplomacy. Her body even doesn’t mind running and strength training so much any more. But add the more depressing air her sweet Grammama now exhales, add the look in Heartfire’s eyes, add whomever else in the family having a troubled past, but never ever talking about it (that might be the thing, she would guess; that they never want to talk about it, never want to be weak) - sometimes that’s just too much.
And just like that she finds herself a secluded place by the sea to hide away, and if she’s really bothered, she even seals herself away in a cave - she finds that with practise, she can move and mould more and larger rocks at the time. Nerine is full of rocks to practice with, after all.
And so to find her one must travel down to the sea and seek out a rocky crevice, in which she tries something new today. An image, or rocks that are being slowly reformed. A statue if she can manage, but that goal is still long-term at this moment.
Often enough, she flees them. Not that she actually leaves Nerine, but aside from any lessons she just wants to avoid all the drama that subsequently follows. Her head can handle lessons in diplomacy. Her body even doesn’t mind running and strength training so much any more. But add the more depressing air her sweet Grammama now exhales, add the look in Heartfire’s eyes, add whomever else in the family having a troubled past, but never ever talking about it (that might be the thing, she would guess; that they never want to talk about it, never want to be weak) - sometimes that’s just too much.
And just like that she finds herself a secluded place by the sea to hide away, and if she’s really bothered, she even seals herself away in a cave - she finds that with practise, she can move and mould more and larger rocks at the time. Nerine is full of rocks to practice with, after all.
And so to find her one must travel down to the sea and seek out a rocky crevice, in which she tries something new today. An image, or rocks that are being slowly reformed. A statue if she can manage, but that goal is still long-term at this moment.