weaving crossroads

Ikigai... cried. The pearlescent girl sat at the edge of the surf, the whitecaps kissing her paws, and she cried. Not ugly crying or loud sobbing, just falling tears and light, catching breaths. Even her crying was delicate and beautiful. She was upset at what she'd been told during her aunts sermon. Not for herself, but for her father, her brother and sisters. For her uncle Chimera and her aunt Siren. The girl was afraid for all of them. If what her aunt Toxicity had said was true, then they were all cursed and damned.

The crunch of paws on sand brought Ikigai's head turning, her spine going straight as she looked to see who had caught her crying. It was her mother walking towards her. Tears filled the girl's metallic eyes and she moved towards her mother, pressing her crown delicately against the larger fae's chest. "Okaasama..." she spoke with soft, wavering tones. "I don't want our family to be cursed and damned." It was obvious that she'd been thinking about this for a while, and after a time, thinking about it had resulted in this eruption of emotion from the otherwise well put together child.