Okay. Yeah. Willow sky. You’re totally chill. Chill as, like, an iceberg. Chill as... the chill things. That are... chill.
Her thoughts, which spill together like the water beneath her -- water is not chill, ice is chill -- are perhaps what is forcing young Willow sky back and forth, pacing a balcony overlooking the waters of the ocean of a planet that is not her own ( well, not yet, anyway ) . If she were an ocean person, which she isn’t, she would have been breath taken by the sound and appearance of the icy blues crashing against the stones beneath her, salt air ghosting the balcony she is caught on.
Then again, if she were an arranged marriage person, which she isn’t, her heart would be currently swelling with excitement, not anxiety.
She is sure the man she is to marry -- the James boy, or is it the Tiberius boy? fuck, she definitely should have reread the file before she came out here -- is perfectly nice in his own way. Apparently he’s got eyes that can marvel the ocean, and apparently people find that sort of stuff attractive. She’s sure he has all those things, including the eyes, that the girls like that the men have. But Willow knows, only as intimately as Willow can, that she is not right for him.
She is not good at being loved, of course. She’s not really good for anyone -- or anything. Of course, no one has ever loved her. That’s why she’s here, anyway, right? Because she was abandoned... AGAIN?
So with her Staff gathering dust in a corner of her new room, and her body stationed on a balcony that is continuously hit with icy sea air, she waits for her new companion and waves, kind of awkwardly, at the black clad planet official there to oversee their first greeting. He stands apart from her, and seems to ignore her slight wave, as if hoping by ignoring her try at contact, she will ignore him and the watching eyes of this government.
Willow sighs and slums against the railing.
Today is going to be a long day.