She looked at her own picture. In contrast to the boys’, it was vibrant, filled with color.
Oh, so they all have pictures here, not just the recently deceased ones. I see.
Her eyes, costume and the frame of the picture were a high-saturation blue-green, the background of the image a sunset orange to highlight her blonde hair. Vista was young in that picture too.
They’re all so young… that’s the point of the Wards. To have a place where young capes can have official support and supervision, rather than getting themselves killed while going solo.
Her photo had a missing fang tooth on the bottom row, which created a small, dark gap in her awkward smile. She’d been just a month shy of turning eleven, then.
In other words she’s been a Ward for a little over two years.
Since she was ten.
I wonder if the PRT has a lower limit here?
She hated that picture.
Another reminder of how everyone sees her as just a kid, I suppose.
She hated it all the more because she couldn’t help but wonder if the time would come when that picture would be hanging over the front desk in black and white, smiling that guileless goofy smile that was everything she didn’t want people to remember about her.
Ouch.
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