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EquinoxSol
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She sat upon a sturdy branch, a sad light to her eyes. Today might be the last time she ever saw this beautiful valley. Sighing, she watched as a pair of birds called to each other in the air, dancing about like all was fine with the world. Evelyn had known she was being married off, to keep the peace between the nymphs and lizardkin for another generation, for about a month, but the thought hadn't really clicked with her until now.
Hearing a voice calling, "Evelyn, stop sulking like that. You've known about this for weeks. You can't choose to be a child on this day," Evelyn instinctively used her power of camouflaging to blend in with the tree. The voice belongs to her mother, the person Evelyn has hated for as long as she learned that she was to be married. In her eyes, it was her mother's fault that she was being forced to get married to a lizardkin.
Her camouflage useless to her, being that her mother was related by blood, her mother was able to see her immediately. Letting it fall, Evelyn knew she was beat when she saw it. "Come on down," she says, gesturing for her to get off of the tree. Evelyn obeys, dropping down from the tree gracefully. It was clear that she had been crying. "Let's go dear. Your husband-to-be will be arriving soon."
Her mother led her to the camp that the nymphs of the valley lived in, where most everything made of woven leaves, their clothes, tents, linens. It had been the place she had lived in for her whole life. Her father was waiting in the tent nearest the road the ran through the west side of the valley, looking over what looks to be the marriage contract for what must have been the hundredth time.
As he saw the two approaching, he smiles. "Evelyn," he says, his gentle demeanor reaching her and making her feel slightly better, "he should be arriving soon. I do hope you will try to be a proper wife for him. I couldn't imagine what he must be going through..." her father trails off, and it isn't long before he's glancing over the contract again and her mother is trying to fix some minuscule speck of dirt on her daughter's cheek.
Hearing a voice calling, "Evelyn, stop sulking like that. You've known about this for weeks. You can't choose to be a child on this day," Evelyn instinctively used her power of camouflaging to blend in with the tree. The voice belongs to her mother, the person Evelyn has hated for as long as she learned that she was to be married. In her eyes, it was her mother's fault that she was being forced to get married to a lizardkin.
Her camouflage useless to her, being that her mother was related by blood, her mother was able to see her immediately. Letting it fall, Evelyn knew she was beat when she saw it. "Come on down," she says, gesturing for her to get off of the tree. Evelyn obeys, dropping down from the tree gracefully. It was clear that she had been crying. "Let's go dear. Your husband-to-be will be arriving soon."
Her mother led her to the camp that the nymphs of the valley lived in, where most everything made of woven leaves, their clothes, tents, linens. It had been the place she had lived in for her whole life. Her father was waiting in the tent nearest the road the ran through the west side of the valley, looking over what looks to be the marriage contract for what must have been the hundredth time.
As he saw the two approaching, he smiles. "Evelyn," he says, his gentle demeanor reaching her and making her feel slightly better, "he should be arriving soon. I do hope you will try to be a proper wife for him. I couldn't imagine what he must be going through..." her father trails off, and it isn't long before he's glancing over the contract again and her mother is trying to fix some minuscule speck of dirt on her daughter's cheek.