[ With no idea of what else to do, she stays curled around her, doesn't pull away, doesn't yank or fight her. Just burrows in close to her, lets her hold as tight as she wants. She is nothing but calm acceptance, an evenness of looking at the world.
Can think of nothing, for awhile, watching the suns move above them. Then idly, drawing her fingers through her hair, dark against her pale fingers. ]
I am sorry you had to find out. I never thought... it would ever come up, I guess.
[ She had wanted so much to pretend that her old life held no sway over her. She had shed it, burned it all from herself like the phoenixes they so often called sirens. Maybe not that she had been born free, so much as just born again. A different life that was all her own now. She was content, to just it all go. ]
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Can think of nothing, for awhile, watching the suns move above them. Then idly, drawing her fingers through her hair, dark against her pale fingers. ]
I am sorry you had to find out. I never thought... it would ever come up, I guess.
[ She had wanted so much to pretend that her old life held no sway over her. She had shed it, burned it all from herself like the phoenixes they so often called sirens. Maybe not that she had been born free, so much as just born again. A different life that was all her own now. She was content, to just it all go. ]