To make up for being horrendously late, I guess this is early? Oh well. This is neoneco, live from the comfy chair.
She is born when her mother was, if that makes any sense.
The very moment life is on the planet, even some time before that, so too is she.
Her father, Heaven's Eye, a mortal once calls him. It all comes down to her father.
She isn't sure if her birth even counts as a birth, as she is born several times, each when her father embraces and warms her mother. It always feels like waking for the first time, so it is the first time. Launching into the sky for the very first time.
When it is too cold, and too dark, and there is no warmth at all, she doesn't stir. But when there is cold, and warmth, and dark, and light, that's when she can fly, and fly she does.
She and her siblings rise up and down and rush past things in the foreground, monsters, and animals, and mountains, and plants. She meets her mother, a kind, malicious, lady.
She never meets her father, not really. Sometimes he shines warmly at her, and others he burns her, as if punishingly.
But sometimes, rarely, he joins in her and Jack's game. Sometimes he brings a cheer, a brightness from the gloom that, in winter, is distressingly ever present.
Her mother is Jack's mother, her mother is everyone's mother, but even so.
She introduces her father to Jack as a grandfather. Because mother or not, Jack is her child.
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