Divine Descent

Granted, she’s not playing this time, but seated behind a young boy with black curls, her head dipped alongside his, directing his gaze while she points out different strings with her scar-laced hands. When she finds no one, she goes to the window to peer outside, her red-bronze hair glowing like embers in the stream of afternoon sunlight slanting inside. She scoffs and leans forward to brace her hands on her knees to help push herself up the mountain, blowing the loose strands of her braid out of her face. But not enough to tell him the truth about the ring.