Birth of Faith

They floated around her, like butterflies around a flower. Hers seemed so much more beautiful than the others'. This her doesn't know what color they were because every time she moved, they seemed to change. First pink, then green, now blue...sometimes almost clear. This her saw her every time we gathered, and they only seemed to grow more lovely, more beautiful. They were changing, right?

The kin and kin-elders always said to stay away from them. Evil. Witches. Lovers of the beasts. Such things this her had always been told. But every time this her sees her, clothed in delicate clothes, with those wisps of life around her, this her questions. This her doubts.

Another cough, for the cold is still wearing off.

It was at that moment that she looked at this her. And this her felt her world change. She smiled, and that smile told this her that every story about those without shadows were lies. She smiled brightly, and this her found herself walking towards her, ignoring the hisses from this her's kin. When this her stood in front of her finally, she bent down and placed her hand on this her's forehead. Cool, but warm. Soft, like feathers. Unafraid and curious, fingers reached out to touch that beautiful garment she always wore. A jolt, a spark, this one's whole body felt alive and refreshed. No more cough or fever.

"You were sick, weren't you?" she said softly. "But now, you're much better."

Nodding as she smiled again, and she turned to go. Please, don't go. Don't leave this her here... Wanting to belong to the place where she was from. Hand reaching out, truly unafraid. She saw.

"Kin-sister."

Kin-brother cried out, seeing what was happening. So torn, but so sure.

"Farewell," this her said, smiling and running to the hand of her that waited. To have what she had....to move as she moved...to live as she lived.

That was all this her wanted now.