the world spins madly on; children, any

[Tamora]

Oof. Whatever is beneath her is hard, and very unlike the cozy little nest she shared - was it only moments ago? - with her twin. It’s loud, too, and distinctly lacking the ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum of her twin’s heart. They were weightless in there, and part of her is very annoyed at not being so now. Here, she is all wobbly legs and it takes a concentrated effort to move properly! Who would want to move like this when they could simply… float? Not cool, world. Not cool. She is unimpressed.

The elder daughter looks up at her mother after her second tumble, searching for encouraging words; it’s rough out here, and her stomach is growling, and really, she isn’t sure what she wants to do at all, except make it warmer. Tamora’s frustration is so extreme, her want so fervent, that the grass beneath her hooves begins to turn brown until she finds herself at a suitable temperature. It isn’t a conscious thing, to take the energy from the plants and funnel it into herself - merely the want of a frustrated child.

No one beyond the three of them may have even noticed; Tamora certainly didn’t realize what she was doing, and her mother will be no help when it comes to discovering how to use her gift. Kerowyn is, however, observant, despite trying to split her attention, and calls out for the wobbly little girl to come and eat, lest she have something bigger than she can handle at the moment. Tamora? Mama is looking at her, so that must be her name. Either way, it’s pretty, and so is her sister’s name. She lurches towards her mother and it isn’t long before she’s found dinner - and is soon joined by Marigny.

Ok, so maybe this world isn’t so bad after all.