Desreal: there is always something worse; TRAY

She doesn’t know what brings her here. Or why she decided to leave the safety of the mountains. None the less the broken one does.

The forest here was different from her home. The wind moves through the trees, but all somehow feels still. The once beautiful child weaves gently through the trees humming her sad tune. She moves despite the way she looks. The scared child, the broken child. Pieces and chunks of her gone, claw marks, and teeth marks all over her body and her face. She was never healed, Kaspara was never meant to be fully healed. But even then the smell of decay, still lingers upon her. Her stomach still twists and turns, and the burns that she received across her skin somehow had receded.

Pain was something she had grown so used to, it was apart of her life in someway. But it didn’t mean she had to like it.

One tragic ending began a new one. But this time she had hope, this time she was going to be able to begin a new. This time things would be different and she would begin her life as an adult, without fear or shame. But then again Kaspara was never meant to heal was she?

The young scholar girl is beautiful despite the way she looks. Her lightning moves across her skin, as it often does, and her water just sits there, waiting and watching. Small droplets occasionally appear upon her skin, and she laughs, she giggles, trying to become what she once was. Forgetting about her mother, forgetting about the hounds, and the plague, and the shards.

It was early morning and the birds too were singing, and she hums with them. A smile spread across the velvet of her lips, and she moves because she has no idea what is coming for her.

[GAH the muse sucks :(]

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kemush and datura
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