Strange Creature had learned a lot about being brave, ever since she returned from the caves beneath the world.Ever since the shattered obelisk had left her questioning everything she knew, everything she was, she had felt like she was left to pick up the pieces of herself and fit them back together. But like a shattered crystal never really fit back together, there were cracks.
And perhaps that wasn’t a bad thing at all. Cracks let the light in. Cracks meant there was room to expand, room to grow. Room to reflect. When a crystal cracked, sometimes you got sharp shards… and sometimes you got rainbows.
It all depended on how you held it.
Part of getting her life back was being open to changes, to new things, to small, quiet growth. Part of getting her life back was allowing herself to live, and to live in accordance to her values.
She’d been a mother before; not the most involved or overbearing, but she’d been a mother. The children’s father was a dear friend, and if she was honest- and she could be nothing but- he’d done more to raise them than she had. He was just more paternal than she was maternal. But she loved the idea of kids, of bringing new life into the world, of creating something from nothing.
She wanted to experience that again. She wanted to shatter the crystal and bring about life again. The world was alive with green shoots and hatching eggs, and she found that she actively wanted to be part of that again.
And she’d found a friend who felt the same.
So now, after much discussion and delight, she was seeking another friend, a friend who could help her. A friend who probably already knew she was coming.
