Wednesday's Child is Full of Woe

The lake at the heart of the territory was alluring in a sense. It made a good spot to think, so long as she stayed out of the way of the others The sparkling surface glinting in the late autumn sunlight was pretty at the very least. She admired the rippling patterns that were etched into the crystalline surface with each gust of wind. Yet, in mere seconds, they were dispersed into the depths of the water until another breeze passed. She would give the lake one thing, it seemed forgiving. That, or perhaps it was stubborn in its refusal to change. Yes. She liked the sound of that better.

While the lake was a decent substitute, her favorite place- the garden- was finishing the process of its die-off for winter. Or at least, that's what had been explained to her. It no longer held the same interest as it did a few weeks ago as all the herbs had either been harvested or culled in the shift of seasons. Later on in the day, she would return to the medical den for either another lesson or a solo study. But for now, she had time to kill.

The scarlet shadowed reflection peering back at her seemed a little off. Malico's face was a little more rounded than hers, her features were narrow- sharp almost. Was that how it was supposed to be? Her shoulders were narrower- just generally smaller. Recognition dawned on her. Perhaps that was what her parents' and the healers' concern had been about. But in the end, it didn't matter. She hadn't known anything different, so this must be how life was meant to be.