"What's wrong?" asked Norris, as he and Kiara sat side by side on the beach building sandcastles. He'd brought her here to cheer her up, seeing her so downcast. They had been having fun until, after building a large sandcastle, Kiara began to cry as she looked at it.
Her tears weren't like others', they fell without a hint of frailty, rather, they seemed powerful, as if they could hurt someone when they landed.
"I was thinking about the story of Sophie White, how sad it is."
"A castle makes you think of a princess?" Norris chuckled; he found Kiara's thought process particularly endearing dressed in a princess gown.
Today, her hair was parted down the middle and curled into spirals by a maid with a curling iron, giving her an even more of a medieval, vintage vibe.
"I pictured Sophie White just after losing her mother, standing in a castle like this, waiting for her mother's return. It's heart-wrenching just thinking about it."
