09-26-2016, 02:21 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
Jinju’s reluctance to understand just how special she was resonated with Reagan, and it occurred to the old grey mare that she had never before been a mother to anyone before—at least, not in the truest sense. She had sewn her royal oats, as the case were, but to actually ever mother a child, Reggie had failed miserably. The closest she had ever come was to her son Ashley and his brother Ewan, and yet even there, the lust for power had tempted her to turn her young son over to the Pumpkin King as an heir. She had curled her little finger around the cup of insatiable control over her surroundings, and when she had expired her rule, she had left with her dignity in tact, not really caring what happened to her children or to their descendants.
As to what made Jinju so different, Reagan was not sure. But to see the vulnerability in the sooty little girl’s ashen ruby eyes, Reggie saw a bit of herself. Casting prayers as shadows as easily as her magical abilities, not knowing how or even if she could make sense of the gifts she had been given, a young Reagan had danced among the clover in her homeland, making waves in the moors and bathing in a sea of green lush grasses. Jinju was looking for that peace, and that assurance that it would be okay.
And so Reagan took her steps further into the forest, driving deep into the center of their new homeland, beckoning Jinju to follow. “Do not fear disappointing me, my darling girl. You are as my own, and I shall take you into my house, and into my family. You always have a place with me, and you will always have a safe space to test your fire. Do not be afraid to be yourself here, Jinju. Here, you are loved.”
As to what made Jinju so different, Reagan was not sure. But to see the vulnerability in the sooty little girl’s ashen ruby eyes, Reggie saw a bit of herself. Casting prayers as shadows as easily as her magical abilities, not knowing how or even if she could make sense of the gifts she had been given, a young Reagan had danced among the clover in her homeland, making waves in the moors and bathing in a sea of green lush grasses. Jinju was looking for that peace, and that assurance that it would be okay.
And so Reagan took her steps further into the forest, driving deep into the center of their new homeland, beckoning Jinju to follow. “Do not fear disappointing me, my darling girl. You are as my own, and I shall take you into my house, and into my family. You always have a place with me, and you will always have a safe space to test your fire. Do not be afraid to be yourself here, Jinju. Here, you are loved.”