#eosedit

❝ When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It's time to smooth the hair And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but an hour. ❞ ― Emily Dickinson, Dawn

“It is not such a hard thing, is it - to die for your friends.”

Eos, goddess of the dawn In Greek mythology, Eos is a Titaness and the goddess of the dawn, who rises each morning from her home at the edge of the Oceanus. Eos is the daughter of the Titans Hyperion, a bringer of light, and of Theia, “The Divine.” She is the sister of Helios, god of the sun and Selene, goddess of the moon. The dawn goddess Eos is almost always described with rosy fingers or rosy forearms as she opens the gates of heaven for the Sun to rise. In Homer, her saffron-coloured robe is embroidered or woven with flowers; rosy-fingered and with golden arms, she is pictured on Attic vases as a beautiful woman, crowned with a tiara or diadem and with the large white-feathered wings of a bird.

❝ eos (Ēṓs) is the titaness of the dawn. she is described with rosy arms and fingers as she opened the gates of heaven each morning so that the sun could rise. ❞

goddess of the dawn.

Witchling. Elide stared after her. She had likely just made the biggest mistake of her life, but . . . it was strange.                                      Strange, that feeling of belonging.

The world began and ended in fire. A sea of fire with no room for air, for sound beyond the cascading molten earth. The true heart of fire—the tool of creation and destruction. And she was drowning in it.

Witches didn’t need blood to survive, but humans didn’t need wine, either.