vasiliair:
she was always the one to be sought. the lone deer in the forest. not every girl survives it. sometimes she becomes the forest. (you see it in her as well. the growing distrust, rooted like an evergreen.) a grin spreads across her cheeks, alight on her face and she responds with a nod, “ well i will personally pinkie swear to break all the bones of any man who even looks at you wrong, ” her tone had become serious, a rarity & her eyes fall to the other woman, a delicate laugh, “ agreed. especially the drunk nobles.. who, if you want to knock over with a gust of wind: i will not say anything. ”
She made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh and leaned further into Elyse’s side. Her shoes pinched tightly at her toes and her back ached from the weight of the skirt around her. Elyse’s beauty had always seemed effortless and it was times like this when she remembered the girls in her village. They had been mean in the way that girls were, backhanded and cruel. When Tuya was just ten, she remembered, one of the princesses had visited her village, her mother forced her into her finest clothes. Those girls had snickered and said if you put a dress on a pig, it’s still a pig. That night she had thrown that lovely dress in the mud. “As much as I wish I could the laws of propriety enforced by your brother prevent me from doing so. If I were a general I’d do away with parties all together.”