Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jun 20, 2009 21:07:50 GMT -5
Quinn hadn't run away from Dare and Michael even though she'd thought about it. She'd kept composed, and just walked into the forest, taking a deep breath of quiet as she walked into the woods, breathing in the sense of security and safety it offered her. She'd walked for a good twenty minutes into the depths of the forest before she'd found a good place.
She sat down next to the wood of a wand tree, laying her head gently against it, and reaching into her pockets for the eggs she'd remembered to bring for the Bowtruckle. She'd always been good with the animals that they needed for wands. So had Kylie, and that had been one of the things that made their life with their step-father hell.
Quinn smiled as the bowtruckle climbed out of it's tree shaking little fingers at her until it noticed the eggs. It climbed right into her hand, and between mouthfuls picked at her hair. "God Kylie, I feel so alone right now." She knew it was odd to be speaking to herself, but so right, because she could almost hear her sister's responses.
"They were a beautiful couple, I could tell they loved each other. I know, but why do people have to be so hateful, of everything they don't understand or that doesn't relate to them." She chuckled at invisible words, "I'll have to get them something special for their wedding. I was thinking about offering to create a special wand for them." She knew that wands picked their users, but sometimes, sometimes she could guess at the cores, based on personalities. "And a wand for their life together, even if unusable, would be something they could pass on. If not to children, then to other people as a symbol of moving beyond prejudice."
Quinn sat silently for a moment before it happened, the tears she'd been holding back flowed from her eyes, tears for Kylie, for their childhood, and for everyone and everything that wasn't treated as though it had just as much right to live it's life and be happy.
She sat down next to the wood of a wand tree, laying her head gently against it, and reaching into her pockets for the eggs she'd remembered to bring for the Bowtruckle. She'd always been good with the animals that they needed for wands. So had Kylie, and that had been one of the things that made their life with their step-father hell.
Quinn smiled as the bowtruckle climbed out of it's tree shaking little fingers at her until it noticed the eggs. It climbed right into her hand, and between mouthfuls picked at her hair. "God Kylie, I feel so alone right now." She knew it was odd to be speaking to herself, but so right, because she could almost hear her sister's responses.
"They were a beautiful couple, I could tell they loved each other. I know, but why do people have to be so hateful, of everything they don't understand or that doesn't relate to them." She chuckled at invisible words, "I'll have to get them something special for their wedding. I was thinking about offering to create a special wand for them." She knew that wands picked their users, but sometimes, sometimes she could guess at the cores, based on personalities. "And a wand for their life together, even if unusable, would be something they could pass on. If not to children, then to other people as a symbol of moving beyond prejudice."
Quinn sat silently for a moment before it happened, the tears she'd been holding back flowed from her eyes, tears for Kylie, for their childhood, and for everyone and everything that wasn't treated as though it had just as much right to live it's life and be happy.
