Cywyllog is somewhere between, not quite in the woods but not at the shore, either. She's sitting on an outcrop of rocks, knees hugged against her chest. Not crying (she will not cry; she won't).
It's been a whirlwind of a few days and all she wants is to be left alone. For everyone to stop fussing over her like they couldn't tell which daughter she was a few years ago.
She doesn't want to be grown up today. Somewhere deep inside, she knows that wishing so makes her one even more.
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Date: 2013-05-26 05:56 pm (UTC)It's been a whirlwind of a few days and all she wants is to be left alone. For everyone to stop fussing over her like they couldn't tell which daughter she was a few years ago.
She doesn't want to be grown up today. Somewhere deep inside, she knows that wishing so makes her one even more.