Noctivagant

[Thalia]

She weathered it because there was little point in fighting. The Watcher meant no lasting harm, and if his mastery pleased him, who was Nimeda to argue? When her being was returned, her arms floated back around Mara’s frail body. She would not be offended if the poor girl popped like a bubble, for she knew the trembling fear was genuine. Those were the ties of very old things though. Then, as now, Nimeda comforted. As she always would.

Should she remain, Nimeda nestled her chin on the other girl’s head. Her wild, flower bedecked curls framed them both. Now the gruesome moment was past, she found light laughter in her chest. “Little Star,” she repeated, amused. “There is nothing little about you, Noctua. This is Mara, though I believe you already met.”