She was immovable, and that set her apart.
Never mind the shallow earth or the disgruntled waters, she could wade through it with ease.
She was immovable, and she didn’t follow nicely painted, well-laden brick roads — she strode her way into a new path from dust and ashes.
She was immovable, and it was that brave stillness that seemed to shake the world off of its hinges; she could bear the weight of it all and so much more.
She was immovable, and no one else needed to know, nobody needed to shout it out on the streets. In her spirits, she knew herself, and that was all she needed.