Ravenna
magic hidden in the void and —
The barking of an adults voice had an immediate effect on the children. The boy looked up and blanched until his freckles stood out like cinnamon in salt, while the older girl squealed in surprise. Dropping the raven haired girl like a pest ridden, they were up and running before the sound of Noah's voice had stopped echoing between alley walls.
Left behind on the ground was one bloody nosed girl, barely five years old but with a defiance of ancients in her eyes as she stared at the man. He loomed like a thunderhead in the entrance to the narrow street, illuminated by the sun like some hero from a legend - and the girl didn't understand why he was there. Grown ups never cared about the urchins, and never stepped in to help, and never scowled at the fleeing backs of bullies like there was justice in the world that applied to those who couldn't pay for it.
Her arm hurt, and her nose hurt, and her eyes watered so bad that it was almost lile crying. But it wasn't, and she didn't, and the only whimper that escaped her was a thin, hollow thing when she painstakingly retrieved her bruised arm from the back, and began to sit up.
Immediately the slow trickle became a red torrent pouring from her nose. Ravenna wiped at it with a sleeve, immediately regretting it when merely grazing it sent tearing agony flaring through her head.
It was almost certainly broken. Just like the water jug, shattered into pieces against a wall in the frantic scuffle. It wasn't until she saw the shards in the mud that her lips began to tremble in earnest - now she wouldn't be able to bring any water to her Mama.
Left behind on the ground was one bloody nosed girl, barely five years old but with a defiance of ancients in her eyes as she stared at the man. He loomed like a thunderhead in the entrance to the narrow street, illuminated by the sun like some hero from a legend - and the girl didn't understand why he was there. Grown ups never cared about the urchins, and never stepped in to help, and never scowled at the fleeing backs of bullies like there was justice in the world that applied to those who couldn't pay for it.
Her arm hurt, and her nose hurt, and her eyes watered so bad that it was almost lile crying. But it wasn't, and she didn't, and the only whimper that escaped her was a thin, hollow thing when she painstakingly retrieved her bruised arm from the back, and began to sit up.
Immediately the slow trickle became a red torrent pouring from her nose. Ravenna wiped at it with a sleeve, immediately regretting it when merely grazing it sent tearing agony flaring through her head.
It was almost certainly broken. Just like the water jug, shattered into pieces against a wall in the frantic scuffle. It wasn't until she saw the shards in the mud that her lips began to tremble in earnest - now she wouldn't be able to bring any water to her Mama.
— truths waiting to be spoken
