05-26-2021, 11:53 PM
NEUNA
She had not questioned their mother’s motives, the third daughter.
(Though it had seemed strange that their father had not come along and it did not seem like the sort of thing their mother would have welcomed questions about.)
But, if she had, whatever doubts she might have had would have been vanquished early on by the stark contrast between the natural beauty of the islands and the otherworldly beauty of the sisters themselves. Pangea may have been their home for a time but it had been such a terribly drab place. There they had been strange fixtures, here their terrible beauty is complemented by the landscape.
It is never more evident than when the three of them are together in these dawn hours. And, as they approach the startlingly still figure in the water, the black threads drawn between her eyes begin to pulse with light (just as they had when her path had first crossed with Decima’s).
The third sister smiles softly as they draw nearer and Maurtia turns to address them. Her heart (what a fragile heart it is! Because a thing built for love has such a tremendous capacity for hurt!) spasms violently and she swallows, glancing between her two sisters before turning her gaze toward the fog. She thinks of the fog she has drawn around her own logs, trying to find some comfort in it. But here it has only brought with it some profound loneliness, a reminder of the things she’d had to leave in Pangea.
“You just noticed?” she asks. Though she is incapable of any sharpness with her sisters, so there is no razor’s edge to her tone. It is soft instead, soft as the furrow in her brow as she shifts her focus back to Maurtia’s face. How deeply it had pained her to watch her own shadow pup fade into the darkness as they’d left Pangea. How lonely her shadow had felt in its absence. She glances then at Decima, as if to see whether or not she has noticed.
(Though it had seemed strange that their father had not come along and it did not seem like the sort of thing their mother would have welcomed questions about.)
But, if she had, whatever doubts she might have had would have been vanquished early on by the stark contrast between the natural beauty of the islands and the otherworldly beauty of the sisters themselves. Pangea may have been their home for a time but it had been such a terribly drab place. There they had been strange fixtures, here their terrible beauty is complemented by the landscape.
It is never more evident than when the three of them are together in these dawn hours. And, as they approach the startlingly still figure in the water, the black threads drawn between her eyes begin to pulse with light (just as they had when her path had first crossed with Decima’s).
The third sister smiles softly as they draw nearer and Maurtia turns to address them. Her heart (what a fragile heart it is! Because a thing built for love has such a tremendous capacity for hurt!) spasms violently and she swallows, glancing between her two sisters before turning her gaze toward the fog. She thinks of the fog she has drawn around her own logs, trying to find some comfort in it. But here it has only brought with it some profound loneliness, a reminder of the things she’d had to leave in Pangea.
“You just noticed?” she asks. Though she is incapable of any sharpness with her sisters, so there is no razor’s edge to her tone. It is soft instead, soft as the furrow in her brow as she shifts her focus back to Maurtia’s face. How deeply it had pained her to watch her own shadow pup fade into the darkness as they’d left Pangea. How lonely her shadow had felt in its absence. She glances then at Decima, as if to see whether or not she has noticed.
@[Decima] @[Maurtia]