Wendy is such a crybaby, why is she even here?
She can't stop thinking she can't stop thinking.
About the faces of others, about how graceful the other girls are when they twirl.
Big brown eyes that smile and laugh as loudly as her voice, you look like a flower little girl.
You look like a flower, but you're an entire wild.
She's thunder when she's crying. She's your heart when she's broken.
It hurts, she didn't know she could bleed this much and still think.
"Beat me until I can't stand anymore." Miss Blendy is still breathless.
Imagine this youth, a girl so young yet so powerful.
Imagine her so far from now when she's as old as the others, the things she'll be capable of.
Staring death in the face, she's not as important as everyone else.
She's not as important, so it's okay if she dies. Right?
She does cry a lot, but those tears have never been hers.
They belong to her friends. They belong to her masters. Her idols.
She sacrifices the privilege to cry for herself and instead cries for everyone else.
They're too afraid to weep, not like that.
Not so much that they collapse to their knees and shatter.
She does that for them, it's exhausting to be this strong.
She begs the universe, "Lend me Natsu's strength."
She does not recognize her own magnificence, her own power.
She is not Nastu Dragneel.
But she is marvelous.
She is a woman, the world was not blessed with a child.
But a wonder of blues and browns and sweet sweet smiles.
You know nothing of this girl.