A shadow is cast wherever she stands
Stacks of green paper in her red right hand

There is a peace and calm about us that speaks volumes of our young mind, it's not that the lips are sealed shut. Oh no, our finely honed puppy body has suffered in the womb so as not to supply us with a voice. A battle lay ahead of us from the start and this time we would not win. We will never forget that moment, always strive to be better than our peers... than our seniors even. One day we would be known as Lady Sif but for now we will just be called Sif. We had only been adventuring further into the wilds around the families den and with each new day growing stronger and bigger, running the beach despite the parents wishes. We like the dry lose sand it forces us to slow down, making those puppy muscles work harder in our daily vigiles of the area. We want to be great warriors but we are patient, time would come to prove ourself. Being mute had it's priviledges too ya know.

But all those runs alone and small sqwabbles with our siblings, which we really enjoyed and so far we have remained scratch free! a fine example of perfection at its finest. Though we can't speak for our siblings.... We decides to wait on the island next to the coast, we had heard talk from some adults a ghost resides here. We pondered how to convey the story to the others... I couldn't speak for her and she couldn't speak for me... we lifted a single paw in unison and looked at it perplexed, flexing each toe was difficult and our faces showed it with big determined frowns. What if we could use our paws to tell a story... or any information we so desired! She tried to draw on the hard ground but we found that her tiny claws made little to no visible markings, we trotted through the trees to the beach remembering that the sand was so much more softer than hard packed ground. After making a few circles and lines we began to dance around, she grabbing a branch and shaking it with delight like she would a small crab once she'd finally caught it. This was a big moment for us, her excited behaviour was bound to attract attention by others.

We should probably point out that Sif is not insane... not entirely that is. You see a figment of her imagination has created me, her future self. I am helping her through life atleast thats what she believes. We believe that we can speak through our minds but we don't dare tell anyone... cause we can't silly, we're mute! so I sit by and watch as my younger self has found a way for us to communicate! I am most proud of myself and I beam down at she who is me, even though I am a figment of her imagination I can't help but remember though she sees me as old I am no older than she really and we will learn in this life together.

"sif talking"

lady sif

zero | female | dieloch x hecate | glorall

Note: there is something wrong with her head, sif has an imaginary friend, its her future self. who is actually the one telling the story. im still playing with this idea... it might change over the next few posts. xD