On a Friday morning three weeks into Ashveil, Nyxara moved Nothing that anyone watching Aelara would have seen. She was standing at the kitchen window with a cup of something hot in both hands, looking at the back field where Rhea and Caelum were doing their session, and something moved through her like a current that had been running underground and had just, for a few seconds, found an opening.
She frozen.It was not what she expected. She had been expecting, if it ever happened, something that felt like coming home the specific feeling she associated with the years before the rejection, when she had been pack and whole and had not understood yet that those things could be taken from you. She had expected recognition.
This did not feel like coming home.
It felt like standing up.
