i close my eyes

[solarpurpura]

Who: Eden and you. (open)
What: Sad creeper girl is sad.
Where: In the city /or/ Eden's place of solace.
When: Night
Warnings: Je suis au désespoir.

There is an empty place in her arms where Sapphira should be. It is cold at night without her daughter, and as the awareness of that fundamental lack penetrates her consciousness, the nightmares

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[solarpaws]

It was heart-clenching to see a child in despair

[solarpurpura]

The goddess shines like a star in the night, truly she does, her white coat turned silver, the red markings across her face gleaming. Such bright things have never belonged on the Hill, and if her mother and Adina were here to see it, they would try to capture her. Helah would covet such a prize, she loved beasts, more than any else, and she would have been enraptured by the prize, would have spent hours cooing over it in its cage.

They never would have been able to keep her. She was too bright, too full of warmth and care and life for their Hill which had been raised to its dark height through sin and decay. But this is not the Hill, the rest of the Morrison family is a long ways from here, the heavy web of their power does not encompass this land; it is only a dream within a city filled with them.

Eden stares at the shining sun and continues to cry without daring to extend her hands outward.

[solarpaws]

Amaterasu ceases her steps halfway, her head lowering, but her eyes still laying restlessly on the woman. She whines at the site of tears, even though it goes silently unheard, and she steps closer. Child, she calls a second time, coming to a stop and sitting in front of the woman when she was in an arm's reach of distance. I am here.

The wolf then, extends her head to her.

What is it that troubles you?

[solarpurpura]

The small girl gives the wolf a mournful expression. To be called child and cared for to warmly is a strange thing to her. Her mother was not a warm creature, she loved possessively and she fed her babes on human flesh from as soon as they could drink the broth. She punished harshly, she decided absolutely. She was nothing like the sun and Eden wonders if this should truly be allowed.

She reaches out to touch the creature's soft fur hesitantly. She knows it is delicately soft, pleasant to the touch. But is it allowed.

Eden hangs her head for a moment before she falls forward onto her knees, arms wrapped around the goddess's neck, weeping inconsolably.

Sapphira is not here. Sapphira will be turning three in the autumn, a lithe girl with pale skin, dark hair, and Eden's delicate face, set with large black eyes.

[solarpaws]

Amaterasu's eyes close, and her head inclines. She allows the other to hold onto her as much as she wanted to, inviting the imbrace with a nuzzle against her neck.

The wolf waits; if she hand hands, if she had arms, she would embrace the girl tightly. With the best of her ability, the warmth provided a similar sensation. Who is Sapphira? she asks, something about her thoughts careful to ask the question.

[solarpurpura]

She buries her face down into the creature's fur, leaned into her steady form heavily. There is a split inside of her, one of many, between who she is as Eden and who she is as a mother, who she is as a daughter and a sister and none of them mesh particularly closely despite all stemming from the same difficult place. At the moment, it is the mother who grieves, louder than Eden is able to rejoice in the freedoms Promenade has gifted her.

It is the mother who answers, My baby, my girl.