Eden is a ghost. She’s the ghost of someone else, someone that had been born and raised here. Born to the desert, raised by it, brought up and shaped by the shifting sands. The sands had been a harsh lesson for Anath, and Eden… she doesn’t even want to go near them. She’s stayed far from the desert so far. She’d stayed from the Peak as well, the very place her mother told her she should find. Eden wasn’t ready.
Childhood. Eden barely views herself as an adult now, but she supposes… that’s the case. It was just her and mom for as long as she could remember. Mom was one of those halfway there types. Bane’s own ma hadn’t been the greatest, and she didn’t have the easiest time relating to others. Distant, maybe a little cold, but not for lack of wanting. Eden finds herself in a strange headspace these days. She doesn’t know how she feels about these islands after all.
The water. The Falls were strange, an environment that she didn’t have a grip on yet. It was still dark, but Eden can’t sleep any longer. She’s had too many nightmares to feel okay about any more rest, anyway. Green eyes shining in the low light, Eden moves to the closest water source. Ears flickering, she realizes that she’s not the only one out here. She offers a sound barely louder than a breath, ears flickering. Who is that?
there's bravery in being soft
eden
amber champagne dun. 15 hh.
Anath's granddaughter.
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