But there ain’t a laguage for the things i feel
It had not helped the way she thought it would.
Because the auroras splashed across her sides do not glow until night comes.
She wonders if she had not asked kindly enough. If her delivery had been wrong.
Assumes that it is her fault that things had gone so dreadfully awry, that she still struggles to see things in the light of the sun. It does not occur to her that there are some things that magic cannot fix.
But she goes to the playground while the sun hangs fat and high in the sky. Even if she has to go slowly, mistaking horses for boulders and vice versa. There are many hazards and the pale blue eyes glow even in the sunlight but do not help her navigate.
She does not know who she has inherited this stubbornness from -- her mother or her father or some distant relative maybe -- but it carries her from the Cove to the playground without any real incident. It’s not until she has made it there that she lets her guard down and she is almost immediately rewarded with a heady dose of embarrassment when she walks right into a solid something.
She stumbles backward, blinking those pale blue eyes and sucking in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” she blurts, trying in vain to bring the stranger’s face into sharper focus.
@[Laurelin]