Eden
Free as a bird.
It's a saying for good reason, and right now she feels it's true, except for the part of her which isn't free.
Nearly every day since Rae hooked the linnet inside her and reeled her in from the depths of her soul, Eden donned her avian cloak for some amount of time. It's a fair tribute, she reasons — why wouldn't using the gift her God gave her be seen as a form of worship? Doesn't she owe as much? Perhaps more? Lacking admission to an Old God's motives, Eden often ponders why one would bestow such a favor upon her brothers and herself without asking anything in return. That is the part of her which isn't free, the part which is still on the hook; Eden doesn't like owing favours to anyone, even if that someone is a God. She wouldn't mind returning the favour, not at all.
The perks make up for that debt, though. At least for now, free and exuberant in the Grotto's tangle.
Sometimes when she comes here, she hops from one twisted root to the arch of another. Sometimes she flits between them with agility, testing how long she can weave through the net of Stormbreak's foundation before she tires. Sometimes she spends the time as she does now, spinning her mind around and around her theological questions without an answer in sight. Sometimes she loses herself completely in the currents of air billowing against her wings.
Today is a day for thinking until she spies something unexpected: a man. Eden bounces sideways along the gnarled root for a better view. What is he doing here? What has he found? She flies closer, landing on a curled root overhead with her head curiously cocked.
What's that?
Not that she really expects an answer.
It's a saying for good reason, and right now she feels it's true, except for the part of her which isn't free.
Nearly every day since Rae hooked the linnet inside her and reeled her in from the depths of her soul, Eden donned her avian cloak for some amount of time. It's a fair tribute, she reasons — why wouldn't using the gift her God gave her be seen as a form of worship? Doesn't she owe as much? Perhaps more? Lacking admission to an Old God's motives, Eden often ponders why one would bestow such a favor upon her brothers and herself without asking anything in return. That is the part of her which isn't free, the part which is still on the hook; Eden doesn't like owing favours to anyone, even if that someone is a God. She wouldn't mind returning the favour, not at all.
The perks make up for that debt, though. At least for now, free and exuberant in the Grotto's tangle.
Sometimes when she comes here, she hops from one twisted root to the arch of another. Sometimes she flits between them with agility, testing how long she can weave through the net of Stormbreak's foundation before she tires. Sometimes she spends the time as she does now, spinning her mind around and around her theological questions without an answer in sight. Sometimes she loses herself completely in the currents of air billowing against her wings.
Today is a day for thinking until she spies something unexpected: a man. Eden bounces sideways along the gnarled root for a better view. What is he doing here? What has he found? She flies closer, landing on a curled root overhead with her head curiously cocked.
What's that?
Not that she really expects an answer.
do you know, the wind once whispered to me:
"you're going to be amazing."
"you're going to be amazing."
