Ravenna
magic hidden in the void and —
A season had passed since the upending of her world, and Ravenna's adjustment to her new home was a see-saw ladder affair of good and not so good impressions.
She didn't like the cold. Her initial trust in Noah was steadily growing into fierce admiration and familial love. Being squashed into his cozy little family as an outsider was horribly awkward, and she chafed against the very strict rules they kept - strict in comparison to the barefoot urchin life she was used to, at least. Everything was dangerous, even getting dressed in the morning was surrounded by ritual, and there were days when the girl felt like she was the one being buried, not her mother; locked up and drowned under layers upon layers of wool and leather and furs until her vision reduced to a circle of whatever was right in front of her.
Told to take her boundless energy outside this morning, bundled up like a ball against the constant freezing temperature, Ravenna Hale had climbed from a snow drift to the wood shed and up onto the roof of a house and sat with her feet dangling over the edge, watching people go by on the icy road beneath. Sniffling against the drip in her nose, blinking owlishly when the chill caused her eyeballs to ache, she busied herself with shaping an armory's worth of snowballs. Lined up around her like a buttress and ready to be hurled, she patted a last projectile into shape with gloved little hands, and tried to decide who to target first. It was hard to decide; everyone looked the same from up here, so it was a toss up between getting some fun and getting in trouble.
In the end, she let chaos decide for her. Lobbing two snowballs high into the overcast sky, she followed their descent with a thrill of anticipation. Eagerly accepting of whatever the reaction would be if they landed on someone.
Let the game begin.
She didn't like the cold. Her initial trust in Noah was steadily growing into fierce admiration and familial love. Being squashed into his cozy little family as an outsider was horribly awkward, and she chafed against the very strict rules they kept - strict in comparison to the barefoot urchin life she was used to, at least. Everything was dangerous, even getting dressed in the morning was surrounded by ritual, and there were days when the girl felt like she was the one being buried, not her mother; locked up and drowned under layers upon layers of wool and leather and furs until her vision reduced to a circle of whatever was right in front of her.
Told to take her boundless energy outside this morning, bundled up like a ball against the constant freezing temperature, Ravenna Hale had climbed from a snow drift to the wood shed and up onto the roof of a house and sat with her feet dangling over the edge, watching people go by on the icy road beneath. Sniffling against the drip in her nose, blinking owlishly when the chill caused her eyeballs to ache, she busied herself with shaping an armory's worth of snowballs. Lined up around her like a buttress and ready to be hurled, she patted a last projectile into shape with gloved little hands, and tried to decide who to target first. It was hard to decide; everyone looked the same from up here, so it was a toss up between getting some fun and getting in trouble.
In the end, she let chaos decide for her. Lobbing two snowballs high into the overcast sky, she followed their descent with a thrill of anticipation. Eagerly accepting of whatever the reaction would be if they landed on someone.
Let the game begin.
— truths waiting to be spoken
