05-19-2021, 08:25 PM
NEUNA
She is young just as he is young but she lacks whatever thing it is that makes him a child. She has never had the heart of a child, the third daughter. None of the girls have, the three sisters tethered by that red string of Fate. The three sisters raised by those two magicians, one such a brilliant white and the other such a devastating black. No, the three daughters were never meant to be children.
She does not understand a child’s hunger for adventure. So the pale figure arches her neck when the boy reaches out to touch her, nostrils flaring. Because she lives to be adored, certainly, but no one has ever touched her without permission. Not even her father had thought himself worthy. And then the boy laughs, turns and flees, chasing a missing star and the pale figure exchanges a glance with the wolf pup.
“The stars don’t come out until it’s night,” she calls after the boy, though she is not entirely convinced that this will deter him.
She does not understand a child’s hunger for adventure. So the pale figure arches her neck when the boy reaches out to touch her, nostrils flaring. Because she lives to be adored, certainly, but no one has ever touched her without permission. Not even her father had thought himself worthy. And then the boy laughs, turns and flees, chasing a missing star and the pale figure exchanges a glance with the wolf pup.
“The stars don’t come out until it’s night,” she calls after the boy, though she is not entirely convinced that this will deter him.
@[Benjamen]