the   song   of   achilles

_{she   remembers   the   storm   cloud   voice   of   deshanna ;   firm   &   gentle   &   guiding .   how   steady   she   was ,   how   sure !   &   she ,   young   &   bright   eyed ,   eager   to   learn ,   eager   to   grow .   witness   pride   swell   in   the   raise   of   her   chin   /   witness   trepidation   in   the   gentle   narrow   of   her   cat   eyes .   now ,   each   syllable   of   that   name   is   held   carefully   neath   her   tongue —        safeguarding   her   people ,    as    she   has   always   done ,   as   she   will   always   do .}          ❛   _{my   family .}   ❜