⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ᵈ⃨ᵉ⃨ᵛ⃨ⁱ⃨ˡ⃨ ʸ⃨ᵒ⃨ᵘ⃨ ᶜ⃨ᵃ⃨ˡ⃨ˡ⃨ ᵐ⃨ᵉ⃨ ⃨ / “you spit on the face of your mother, you disrespect the name you share with your sisters.” how did it ever come to this?
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ The cruelty of her mother was never known until this moment. for six years, since the day she came here—only four and ten years alive, then. THE GREAT MOTHER was an anchor. the golden tower, your home. now, the veiled faces turn against you, and a figure dressed in white from head to toe loomed over her and her guilt.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀What could she do, but press her face to the polished floors and beg for her mother’s forgiveness? IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT THAT SHE CARES LITTLE OF HER VOWS. nor was it his fault that she fell into the temptation of lust. he was a man, vile and whorish and slick of the tongue. a magician as he was a thief. and she, was twenty——wishing to see what the world looks like outside the confined chamber of the virgin guardians of the realm—now faced the threat of death for breaking her vow to the dunami.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ YET, THE GREAT MOTHER is merciful—as merciful as she could be. she saw herself in this girl, her daughter born not from blood. a child from words away… AN OATH BREAKER. all because she fell in love with the world she was shielded too much from. but an oath was an oath, AND MALREN BROKE IT. the great mother would not condemn her to death, not fully. instead, she’d be stripped of her status as a dunami. the colors of white and gold will never known her skin, reverence for her virginity and the mystic allure once shared with her sisters . . . would be shattered.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ She may travel the world as a beggar, never to set foot in the golden home again. a bird without its flock, is as good as dead.
