I'm looking for the sky to save me,
looking for a sign of life
looking for a sign of life
God she is such a mess.
Her chest heaves, and she tries desperately to bring herself back under control. But there’s nothing she can do. The tears keep coming.
The girl is just so similar to dear little Esther, except for the purple of course. She can’t help but remember.
A familiar voice rings out, and the touch of lips on her neck alert her to Kirin’s presence. Oh crap, she hadn’t wanted him to see her like this. So bloody emotional. “I’m sorry.”
But he’s not even looking at her, he’s looking at the girl. Which is to be expected of course, he must be excited to meet their newborn child. She sniffles, somewhat more under control than she was before. “We have a daughter, Kirin. A beautiful little girl.” The child looks up then, staring at Kirin with open curiosity. She stretches out her rainbow wings experimentally, and on her first try, hoists herself up on shaky legs. Carys teeters on the brink, caught between memory and the present. “I’m sorry that I’m so emotional. I … she … she just reminds me of my first daughter.” Oh poor, poor little Esther. At least she knows the undead beast is no where near their little herdland. “She died.”
Kirin smiles, and compliments her, telling her that she’s done well. As emotionally compromised as she is at the present moment, she doesn’t noticed the edge to his smile, or the tone in his voice. She clings to the compliment and slips up beside him, rainbow wing brushing his lavender one. “I should name her.” She’s almost tempted to name her after her older sister … but perhaps that would be bad luck.
carys