your hands still catch the light the right way (au) / brielle & gracey
It wasn't easy being the only girl in the orphanage who wasn't actually an orphan. In fact, since her father and each of her brothers had been called away to fight in the war, one by one until she was left alone Gracey had felt as if there was not single person left in Blackthorn that cared--that was until she met Brielle.
Gracey had only been living at the orphanage for a few weeks, but Brielle had been an occupant for much longer--and although the two were often mistaken as sisters due to their physical similarities, the thing that brought the two together were their high-flying dreams of what lay in wait for them outside the walls of the orphanage.
"I think we're lost," the younger girl remarks as she pulled her coat closer around her thin frame, glancing around at the forest around her. She did not recognize her surroundings. "Brielle, I think--ah!"
Her statement is cut short as the toe of her boot catches the end of a twisted root protruding from the frozen ground, causing her to stumble forward onto her hands and knees. As she hastily attempts to regain her footing she slips on a patch of ice, and she fell once again, sliding down the side of a steep hill.
"Ahh!" the girl's shrill screams echo off of the craggy mountainside as until she finally reached the foot of the hill, remarkably unharmed save for a few shallow scratches in her tender palms. Muttering to herself, she brushes the dust from her clothes and glances around for her best friend, only to come face to face with the gaping mouth of a cave nestled into the side of the mountain. The opening must have been rather well-secluded, since Gracey had been exploring the mountain around the village her entire life, and this was the first time she had stumbled across it. "Brielle, come down here! I found a cave!"
