isn't it lovely all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone
She existed, but not much beyond that.
She had felt that disconnect between her mother and her sister as soon as she was born. That odd detachment that didn’t allow her to find feeling no matter how hard she searched for it. She didn’t dislike them, and if she had to love anyone, she supposes it would be them. But just Cavern. Not the other children that hovered near her mother, acting like she was their mother too. There was the jade-green girl, and the other twins, but Islas hardly paid them any attention. It was not with malice that she ignored any of them when they spoke to her; she just couldn’t find it in herself to care.
In the beginning, Ryatah had kept them – her and her twin sister – incredibly close. She coveted them like a dragon does its treasure, but Islas learned quickly how fickle her mother’s attention span was, especially when she became pregnant, again. She didn’t mind. The loosening of that overprotective grip was welcomed, and it allowed her to slip away one day and never look back.
From the top of a gently sloping knoll, she watches them, her eyes the color of a starless galaxy and nearly depthless when set against the alabaster of her white face. They mill about in the warmth of the spring sunshine, and while it is tempting to join them, she isn’t sure what she would even say to any of them even if she did. So she stands still, statuesque save for the way the breeze pulls at her growing mane, and the way her eyes so calmly blink.
@[Calcifer] pick a twin and suffer with me as I learn a new character