Sun leaves her house for the first time in almost a year.
The fake light ball in the sky shines a little brighter when she does, and the world feels a wave of heat unbeknownst to them before.
Her sandals hit the clouds as light as a feather, and she steps over to the edge of them, her hands placed formally behind her back as always.
She has duties. Duties she has not been doing. Duties to protect and care for the people of the circus. Duties to introduce newcomers and escort them to wherever they must be.
Her children... so many of them, so bright and beloved.
She has naught but two left.
Lantern, and Vamp. And it's not like Vamp is talking to her anytime soon.
...even her husband is gone.
That was half the reason she went inside... in the first place.
She can remember it like it were yesterday... Knocking on his door, sing-songing his name, looking so lovingly at the ring on her finger.
Knocking again. Knocking again.
Opening the door, and seeing nothing but code.
She remembers her stomach dropping, that feeling of dread overwhelming her, and the ring sliding off her hand and onto the cut-off floor.
That ring is all she has of him anymore.
Sun sits down on the cloud she is on, produces a harp, and begins to sing. She's been practicing. She is not good enough for a stage like this yet, in her eyes, but...
She does it anyway, cause if she doesn't, then she might never.
The echo of her voice falls throughout the Circus, not stretching far enough to meet most, but enough for those who matter to hear.
After she is done, she sits there, silently, her hands holding her cheeks as she watches the time pass her by yet again.
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