There's always been a - a something, an Itch, a Song, a buzzpressurepresencething at the very back of her mind. It wasn't always noticeable, but for as long as she's known her thoughts it's been there,
a tint, coating everything within her very being that just poured the feeling of something. "Something" she has no name for yet, sitting on the very tip of her tongue yet at the age of seven years the closest she can even compare to is Home and Safe and Right. It was family and trust and everything will be OK even when the world seemed to crumble around her, it was always just there. Even when it faided, sort of s t r e a c h e d - like it was off in a distance yet still barely hanging on... it stayed.