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Region: The East Pacific
No one wanted the child. What interest they showed in her was cold and proprietary: they wanted to strip away the name she was already responding to, and call her 'Lightning' instead because snowbanks were an unsuitably soft and quiet name-association for a Fury to hold. As if she wasn't soft herself, quiet herself. As if she wasn't snowy-white.
You can't disobey me, Ephemera had snarled at last. I head this family and I say the Fury is not ours.
"I head this city," Charity had replied -- shaking inside, sick with the realization that she was using her rank against family -- "and I say as Warden that she is mine."
They left for Thriwich not long after that, with no parting words but a dark you'll see hurled at Charity's back. "You'll see," like she hadn't seen the ugly truth already. Like that seeing hadn't built a wall between them which could not, she suspected, ever be torn down.