It looked like dying. She could see it in their faces as she rose.
It felt like going home.
Three-foot Yue, her playmates called her. There had been few—sickly and a princess, she was a shut-in twice over—but with them she'd always had the nickname.
Walking three feet above the ground. Three feet closer to the spirits.
She had never been of this world, the world which was too much with them. Even the Avatar had more of a hold.
Yue wept to leave. But part of her, that had been waving goodbye all her life, rose gladly.