Meadow

peace brushed fingertips, and remained laying just beyond reach. a wondrous, yet elusive flavour of life that amunet had yet to taste. peace. she had stood there, awaiting for the sky to come down around her once again; for the wolves to break through, and be at her heels. she waited, for disaster; for the stars to be swallowed up by the sea. anything. she knew it was to come, and yet still, in standing in the meadows, amunet wished only for peace. if only for a moment.

the night delicately traipsed around her; quickly-quietly drifting across the island and blanketing it in a subtle chill. it brought her some enjoyment. with naught but the croak of crickets and winds snaking through leaves and foliage, serenity had come up around her, offering some semblance of normalcy she'd missed in her youth.

a voice fractured this, as well meaning and kind it came. a voice poising a question she'd never expected. her weight shifted, turning so she could see him fully in the moonlight. a furrow, and frown met his soft voice as she considered what he'd asked. how silly. but truly, she hadn't a clue why hers stood curved while his erect and straight. they shared the same functions, she imagined. her head shook subtly, " the same place as my eyes, is my guess. " a scoff broke the reply. " from my parents. "