"Huh. Y'know, I never would've guessed Brand was short for anything." Especially paired with 'Rune', which she hardly considers the most typical name, either.
The younger South, Tasha, drags her brother over to a nearby wall and he gives her a boost without a word shared between them, helping her clamber up onto the top of it. She reaches down, hauling him up after her, a team effort to get the best vantage point possible. It's clumsy, they're still just kids, even as tall as they are even at this age, but they know what they're doing.
They perch on the top of that wall, heads angled towards the sky, tired eyes widening with wonder at the colours bursting over the dark tapestry of the night sky.
"Eh, depending on when you're from, you'd probably know even less. This was like, the 2500s? And on a colony planet. We had some local celebrations other colonies didn't have, too," South says with another shrug, because talking about the mundane details of the memory is easier than watching the seamless teamwork and tired joy in the kids' eyes with any real focus. Her own eyes betray some of the emotion running under the surface.
Things had been so simple, back then. Not that she realised it at the time, no; childhood felt complicated, when she was living it. Their home life sucked, there was pressure coming at her from all sides to be more like North, they were surrounded by an intergalactic conflict that could have come down on their heads at any time... but all of that's simple, in hindsight, compared to where things ended up.
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"Huh. Y'know, I never would've guessed Brand was short for anything." Especially paired with 'Rune', which she hardly considers the most typical name, either.
The younger South, Tasha, drags her brother over to a nearby wall and he gives her a boost without a word shared between them, helping her clamber up onto the top of it. She reaches down, hauling him up after her, a team effort to get the best vantage point possible. It's clumsy, they're still just kids, even as tall as they are even at this age, but they know what they're doing.
They perch on the top of that wall, heads angled towards the sky, tired eyes widening with wonder at the colours bursting over the dark tapestry of the night sky.
"Eh, depending on when you're from, you'd probably know even less. This was like, the 2500s? And on a colony planet. We had some local celebrations other colonies didn't have, too," South says with another shrug, because talking about the mundane details of the memory is easier than watching the seamless teamwork and tired joy in the kids' eyes with any real focus. Her own eyes betray some of the emotion running under the surface.
Things had been so simple, back then. Not that she realised it at the time, no; childhood felt complicated, when she was living it. Their home life sucked, there was pressure coming at her from all sides to be more like North, they were surrounded by an intergalactic conflict that could have come down on their heads at any time... but all of that's simple, in hindsight, compared to where things ended up.