‘ then you are LUCKY , my dear . not many have that choice . ‘
she certainly did not . from a … rough upbringing to a time when she cannot remember being anything but spring , vernal has had nary a chance to follow what she wished . her father was not kind , and she had not a mother . ( not until rae . ) she had twisted herself into knots to fulfill some sort of prophecy she hardly even understood until the chieftess had come along .
that was her only light in the darkness .
vernal had bent herself over backwards attempting to even survive on a dying earth , and it had all changed in one night . but even now , she has not the control she wishes . it is this , or certain death .
‘ cherish it . you will certainly live longer than i . ‘