The 8th Noble
"Oof!" Colette huffed as she felt the arms of a child wrap around her. She slowly sunk to her knees and twisted around to hoist Aurra in the air. "You did, you got me!"
She caught that joy in the child's eyes and felt a warmth in her heart. The child-like innocence, the way she had yet to be embittered by the reality of the galaxy. A version of Aurra that would go away sooner or later.
Was this how Nix had felt when she and Colette had done this?
Was this why she had…
Colette eased the kid down to the ground, her eyes fixated on the clouds in the sky above with a blank, hollow stare. Somewhere beyond that sky of blue was a star around which a miniscule little planet circled with a people kept together by their traditions. Traditions that Colette had been once been part of but could no longer take part in.
A tear slowly pushed its way from her eye followed by another one. And another one. And yet another one. It took great effort but she managed to sit herself up, arms wrapped around her knees as the pain began to unfold.
She wanted so desperately to pretend her loss of ties to her past didn't hurt, but it did. It hurt so incredibly much more than she had expected.