Moments by StarSpray  

Wild Things

Ambarussa had always been wild things, chasing after one another into the grass and returning home barefoot and muddied, wild red hair all a-tangle with twigs and leaves. They were loud and brash and unapologetic—always laughing, always singing, finishing each other’s words and sentences and speaking to one another in half-syllables and secret smiles. Not even Tyelkormo could keep up with them once they grew up.

Nerdanel sketched and sculpted all of her children, but she had to make the twins from memory, for they could never sit still long enough for even the roughest sketch. When she complained they laughed and kissed her and promised to bring her a basket full of her favorite blackberries instead. When she finally managed to render them in stone it was a strange thing, all movement except for the exuberant smiles upon their faces and the hands clasped tightly together.