melancholy migrations; any

[Carwyn]

Carwyn

Folded wings into flattening veins and fluttering eyes

 Carwyn is immune to the dark looks of her sister, or as immune as she can be, because she is used to them. She is used to Cassie being a great big sister one moment, and a moody creature as liable to bite your head off as play with you the next. But she is the only playmate or sibling Carwyn has ever had, and so the blue roan sticks gamely by her side, for lack of any other friends. Eyetooth seems like the kind of friend Carwyn would love to have, but the way that her purple sister interacts with their new friends seems so much easier, so much more natural, that Carwyn doubts she even holds a candle to her sister’s appeal in the other’s eyes.


She is not as immune to the dark looks of Snout, but she does feel relief in that he seems to share his ire equally between the three of them. Still, she turns wide, surprised and somewhat hurt blue eyes on him when he reacts so angrily to their friendly chat, and keeps her eyes on him afterward for several long moments, considering. She contemplates everything from his glowing appearance to his sour attitude, and wonders what is going on in his head. Is he simply back-and-forth in mood, like Cassie, or is he impossible to please? She finds herself wanting to know the answer.

But – her attention is drawn back to the other two girls when Cassady says that they live in the Meadow with Brennen, and she shakes her head a little, reaching out to tap her older sister on the side with her nose and then flash another quick smile up at Eyetooth. “Not quite true. Just before you went running off over here, Grandfather said he thought we would move to Nerine, and see if we like it.” She wants to add, why weren’t you listening to him, what if we’d been left behind and never known? but she does not want to invite censure from her sister while they are in the company of others, so she does not.

What she does notice is the way Cassie is baiting Snout, and she does not approve. Hoping it doesn’t seem too rude to Eyetooth, she flashes her another quick smile and then edges closer to the glowing boy, caution in the careful way she approaches him as if he might strike at any moment (if he’s anything like Cassady, he might!). “If you don’t care where we are from,” she says with a tilt of her head, “What do you care about?”

Somewhere my lifeline still hums and sings
In the mess of all I have thrown away

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