06-11-2021, 02:40 PM
NEUNA
How the third sister’s heart pulses with grief when Decima admits that she had hardly noticed the absence of her companion either. (Perhaps if she were older, the third sister might have realized that her connection to her own wolf pup had as much to do with her connection to their father and their homeland as it did to the wolf pup itself. Alas, she is only a child and, for the moment, she fixates only on the pups they’d left behind.) Had she been a fool to so fully mourn the loss of her companion when her sisters had apparently had no problem leaving theirs behind?
She lapses into a heavy silence as Decima and Maurtia discuss Decima glancing into the past to see when they’d had them last. The third sister knows exactly the last moment she’d laid eyes on Eros. She doesn’t need Decima to tell her. She remembers, quite vividly, stepping up onto the raft their mother had built them and turning to watch Eros disappear from view.
She shifts uncomfortably. “You don’t need to look for Eros,” she says quietly, embarrassment pulsing in the narrow space at the base of her throat, ashamed of her inability to forget when her sisters seemed unable to remember.
Eager to distract herself from her shame, she follows Maurtia’s gaze to the distant shore. She takes a small series of steps into the surf, relatively tame at this early morning hour. She feels no overwhelming urge to disobey their mother, really, but the thought of being reunited with Eros puts a faint glow in those dual lines between her eyes. The thought of catching a glimpse of their father makes her heart twinge and spasm.
“I know Eros is there,” she murmurs, which is to say that she will swim if she has to. She is still gripped with sadness, the third daughter, but she will do what needs to be done.
She lapses into a heavy silence as Decima and Maurtia discuss Decima glancing into the past to see when they’d had them last. The third sister knows exactly the last moment she’d laid eyes on Eros. She doesn’t need Decima to tell her. She remembers, quite vividly, stepping up onto the raft their mother had built them and turning to watch Eros disappear from view.
She shifts uncomfortably. “You don’t need to look for Eros,” she says quietly, embarrassment pulsing in the narrow space at the base of her throat, ashamed of her inability to forget when her sisters seemed unable to remember.
Eager to distract herself from her shame, she follows Maurtia’s gaze to the distant shore. She takes a small series of steps into the surf, relatively tame at this early morning hour. She feels no overwhelming urge to disobey their mother, really, but the thought of being reunited with Eros puts a faint glow in those dual lines between her eyes. The thought of catching a glimpse of their father makes her heart twinge and spasm.
“I know Eros is there,” she murmurs, which is to say that she will swim if she has to. She is still gripped with sadness, the third daughter, but she will do what needs to be done.
@[Decima]