Prompt: Wynne and birthdays
Originally Written: 7/8/14
Notes: forthcoming are a couple of prompts I did for my Tumblr birthday.
i don't think this really applies but oh well here you go FIRST COME FIRST SERVE
Nothing about Wynne inclines one to wonder about her youth, neither her creaking voice nor her sharp tone, nor her white hair, its shorn length held back in an unfashionable tail; and certainly not her mottled hands, nor the frost that leaps from wrinkled fingers. She seems a creature of magic—indeed she is, a feather of a soul alighted upon the deep well of a Fade spirit—and the thought that she might once have been—otherwise—
a mother, exhausted and strong, finding her first grey hairs in the mirror as her baby cries in the hands of the templars taking him away
a lover, thick tumbling locks and lips painted with smuggled color, a mocking laugh and an enticing smile
a girl, smooth and careless, crying look, mama, look as the wisps dance around a cake and illuminate her parents' horror
—well. It's difficult, and why not? a Fade spirit cannot change any more than a dead woman
if she was all of these things, she is none of them now.