03-14-2021, 07:10 PM
i've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night
and now i see daylight
and now i see daylight
She is surprised at first that Avelina doesn’t seem put off by what she tells her, but then she is grateful. And though relief floods her, she remains hesitant. She is afraid that oversharing will push acceptance and curiosity into something that feels uncomfortable. She is afraid if she reveals the full depth of the chaos in her mind that Ava will find it strange enough that she would lose interest in being her friend, and Narya was not in the position to be pushing friends away.
But she answers the questions nevertheless, shaking her head at the first one. “No, when I told my mother about it that is what she thought, too. She said my grandfather could read minds.” Anonya did not speak of Dhumin much, and it had surprised her that she had relinquished even that small piece of information. But it had not been lost on Narya how the words sounded taut coming from her mother’s usually soft mouth; as if the very act of having to form a thought about her father and speak it into being was torture. She did not press her for more details.
She finds herself shifting nervously at the mention of the afterlife. She isn’t sure if it’s just a coincidence or if she was that transparent—or if she was that stupid that everyone else could see what was happening and it was only her that took so long to figure it out. “If the voices are from someone that is dead, though,” she begins, choosing her words carefully, “what would they want with me?” She shakes her head, her dark forelock rippling across her the ruby stones that dot her face. “I...I can’t help them.”
But she answers the questions nevertheless, shaking her head at the first one. “No, when I told my mother about it that is what she thought, too. She said my grandfather could read minds.” Anonya did not speak of Dhumin much, and it had surprised her that she had relinquished even that small piece of information. But it had not been lost on Narya how the words sounded taut coming from her mother’s usually soft mouth; as if the very act of having to form a thought about her father and speak it into being was torture. She did not press her for more details.
She finds herself shifting nervously at the mention of the afterlife. She isn’t sure if it’s just a coincidence or if she was that transparent—or if she was that stupid that everyone else could see what was happening and it was only her that took so long to figure it out. “If the voices are from someone that is dead, though,” she begins, choosing her words carefully, “what would they want with me?” She shakes her head, her dark forelock rippling across her the ruby stones that dot her face. “I...I can’t help them.”
narya
@[Avelina]