The edges of the sky blurred, the pinks and blues melding into a purple tint so light that it was hard to tell what colors they had been to begin with. But it was always my favorite time of the day. Watching as the sky began to lighten more and more, the large puffy white clouds obscuring the visions that were coming to me. I felt the spirits from the other word pushing at the thin line of existence. I never spoke to anyone about what I dealt with. I heard the voices, if the day was calm enough. But today, I ignored them. I didn’t need to communicate with the other world, not right now. I wanted time to be by myself, peaceful, for once.

The spirits were mad at no one in general, but I always did my best to help, but that never worked. It was a little hard to deal with all alone. Made it something I dreaded dealing with. The sky broke, and bright rays beamed down upon me. I thought back to how daddy would laugh, and give a long speech about how his dynasty must be carried on. Through rulers, peacekeepers, princes, princesses, and the like. I hoped to make him proud. But that was years and years from now.

I turned my attention pulled towards another femme, my lava eyes softening as I looked towards her. “Hello Miss. How are you this fine morning?” angelic tones floated, almost at a whisper. I had been taught from a young age to speak to those as you wish to be spoken too, and thus, I led by example. I would not use a vile tongue against another unless it was vehemently needed. And even then, that was a stretch.