[ ... The suddenness of her touch is surprising. Certainly it's light, earnest, and carries naught but the kindness that Pyra wishes to impart, though she is not used to it.
She cannot understand why Pyra is so insistent upon her taking that compliment. Kindness is still new enough to Honerva that when she receives it from others, she is grateful. For her own ability to impart it on others... she is learning. It is a process.
But for her to give such a thing to her own self? That is not something she can yet do. The hurts there are yet far, far, too deep, as much as she is doing her best, to accept her life for what it is at this moment. To live in this present and the future without getting dragged back to the darkness of the past, even if it still exists under her skin. A darkness that will not allow her to love herself.
It is complicated, this life. How can one love others if they cannot love themselves? All she knows is that she needs to learn to take better care, for those who have expressed their care for her, to not hurt them when she might all too easily disregard what she means to them.
All this to say, is that at Pyra's gentle touch and insistence, there's a glimmer of something in her expression. Her smile does not fade entirely, but her eyes betray the briefest flicker of sorrow before the portal-mirror is allowed to dissipate before them. ]
... You are very kind, Pyra. Thank you.
[ Pyra is far too kind. But she has offered her this braid, and her compliment. She can accept that even if she cannot... accept it. ]
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She cannot understand why Pyra is so insistent upon her taking that compliment. Kindness is still new enough to Honerva that when she receives it from others, she is grateful. For her own ability to impart it on others... she is learning. It is a process.
But for her to give such a thing to her own self? That is not something she can yet do. The hurts there are yet far, far, too deep, as much as she is doing her best, to accept her life for what it is at this moment. To live in this present and the future without getting dragged back to the darkness of the past, even if it still exists under her skin. A darkness that will not allow her to love herself.
It is complicated, this life. How can one love others if they cannot love themselves? All she knows is that she needs to learn to take better care, for those who have expressed their care for her, to not hurt them when she might all too easily disregard what she means to them.
All this to say, is that at Pyra's gentle touch and insistence, there's a glimmer of something in her expression. Her smile does not fade entirely, but her eyes betray the briefest flicker of sorrow before the portal-mirror is allowed to dissipate before them. ]
... You are very kind, Pyra. Thank you.
[ Pyra is far too kind. But she has offered her this braid, and her compliment. She can accept that even if she cannot... accept it. ]