Celeste Point of View
Eda looked radiant.
Even through the enchanted crystal sphere, one could see it plainly.
She had been fashioned by fate itself to be a mother.
There was a softness to her movements, a glow in her smile, a serenity in the way she cradled her firstborn daughter that no title nor jewel could ever imitate.
She belonged in that moment.
And I—
I sat apart from it, a speaking familiar nestled within my lap, finding more comfort in the purring creature than I ought to have.
For unlike my sisters, I held no magic of my own.
No gift pulsed through my veins.
No power answered my hand.
All I possessed was what I wore around my throat and the companion who dwelled within my mind.
Borrowed strength.
Borrowed comfort.
Borrowed certainty.
I should not have envied what
