who: @thcwandcrcr
when: event ii . “ the festival of the divine . . . ”
she’s always been good at observing . even as a child , those wide eyes of hers watched over the people around her like an owl - blinking so rarely and missing nothing . though much has changed over the years , this has not . she clenches her knuckles tightly , hiding them within her skirts .
there’s something uncomfortable tingling in her chest , and she’s reminded of being just a little girl held in his arms . she’d been smaller then , held up in his arms as though she was lighter than air - doe eyes wide and mouth hanging open in laughter . she wonders now if he will still love her , even if she’s nothing more than trouble to him . a troublesome sister he’s sure to have forgotten long ago . after all , she’d never returned home after the academy , nor during her time in the war . for how could she when so much blood lie on her hands ? they’d all be so disappointed in her - in all the things she named achievements .
troublesome though she may be , a girl is no coward . once his companion strays from his side , she approaches . tucking herself in beside him , she speaks up .
❝ you’re still not as tall as i remember . the aidan i remember was taller than the trees we left our gifts beneath each year . ❞