Shame and sorrow were to be her lot in life. The legacy given to her and the legacy she herself would pass on.
We think of them as separate. We learn of their natures when we are but small children. Fire burns. Water flows. Earth turns. Air blows.
But as we grow older, we learn that the natures of the great elements are not so separate.
We were inseparable once, my sister and I. We shared everything. My mother said we were so close, that we even shared a heart.
And we saw how true that was after we broke the bear’s curse.