[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

tagging: Archon

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Euphemia’s mind was a buzz with all the happenings. It sometimes felt as if she were adrift in a dream, only that she was experiencing it as a very life-like. Sensations still felt as they always did; but still the maiden could not trust if what her eyes saw and her ears heard was true. She believed in God, she believed in many Gods, just as she also believed in no god. In a universe where she felt the pull to answer calls about which she knew nothing, Euphemia now recognized that anything could be perceived as the truth.

She was a woman of the sciences. It was all she had studied since she had been a cub. She liked it when things were cut and dry, black and white – and she appreciated having the agency in order to root out such information, when she found things to be shades of grey. She moved about the world in an inquisitive way, a way that asked, a way that begged for answers. But in caves that transported her places, in purple snow fields, her learning process left her wanting and hungering for a truth that never existed.

Even at home, she felt strange. Supplanted in a way she couldn’t explain, couldn’t rationalize to her sisters. She felt as though, if she were to disappear, no one would mourn her. They would simply wait in limbo for her to reappear, only she might never come back, and she would be left ungrieved by the only souls who knew her well enough to grieve her.

The maiden huffed indignantly as she walked, daring to explore more of the lands that bordered Dawnbreak. Leaving Frostfang used to instill her with fear, but now she welcomed it. The world outside might be scary in its limitless potential, but this was also its power.

Euphemia closed her eyes, and she drank from the cool river.

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