As aurora and I aged we became very adventurous. However she was more careful and graceful than me. I would always climb things or trip over and rip my dress, but aunties would always fix it for me. I don't know how thought.
Aurora would spend her days in the garden playing with the crow while I would sit inside reading books of forests full or magical creatures, studying the way the bird moved.
I think there is something off with this bird. The way it moves isn't natural, it's always around us and it has lived and oddly long life.
Once we reach the age of 15 we've been everywhere around the small cottage. I want more. I want to journey to far off kingdoms and meet a prince and have a great romance. However I will not leave my sister and she won't leave the aunts and they are fully content with their lives here.
Me and Aurora spend our day in the meadows watching the season pass by. It's now autumn and we are playing in the fallen leaves. Aurora is hiding under a pile of them while I pretend to be looking for her. My focus is captured by the bird flying above , soaring through the clouds.
