from the ashes, a fire will be woken -- arete

[Arete]

Arete laughs. The joke is not lost on her in the slighest, and she lays back down again, this time, comfortable and strong. Merida is not food, and she is not someone to rival against. What she was, was a friend.

And Arete desperately needed a friend.

"Come then, and sit. You have nothing to fear from me. You are sassy enough to cause me indigestion and acid reflux. We shall take a short respite, and then go on the hunt, if you wish. Healing takes time in both forms, I'm afraid... and one is not as strong as the other with plenty of food, and plenty of sleep."

Arete yawned again, mesmorized by her company, and by the meadow around her. She did not remember being this entranced by a late summer night as this. And her twin sister was a deep indigo lady with glowing spots on her neck. At the thought, Arete looks up at Merida, scooting over in the place where they'd managed to trample down the grasses to lay down. the way The green glow covers her curves...

How pretty she was.

How very much was wrong with Arete.

Arete

Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty.
I see the good in the bad and the ugly.