There were certainly many... many downsides to being locked away for one's entire childhood. There was something to be said for growing up in a home, or even an orphanage, where all of a child's curious questions could be answered with ease.
What's that pretty stone? she could have asked the nearest adult. Why does it look so odd?
She could have been told about the origins of the Soulstones. She might have had someone tell her not to touch one until she was ready to bring another life or two into the world. The importance of being ready to care for a child would have been ingrained into her mind early on.
Instead, here she was, staring at the abandoned stone in her grasp, her head tilting slowly, curiously, her tail flicking around behind her.
"What does this do?" she'd asked a complete stranger, not seeming to notice or mind the look of utter disbelief she earned herself. 'It's a Soulstone,'
"I see. What does it do?" She pressed again, lifting the stone to inspect it more carefully.
Children are born from them,
"What?" Hana blinked, her brows furrowing somewhat, showing far more emotion than she often did. "How... curious..." she said softly, turning away from the stranger without a word, carrying the forgotten stone along with her, not even imagining what might happen if she kept the stone in close possession.
