the thing about us is, we don't use origin labels (traumagenic, endogenic, etc) but that doesn't mean that we don't have theories and personal narratives about how we each came to be. Bast and I both originated as shards of The Girl, but from very different parts of her personality; the seen and the secret, the adored and the feared. and Lark has been here as long as we can remember, clad in the flesh of a story given life.
it's less about not knowing, and more about a profound reluctance to file these narratives under a label that more often than not flattens all of the richness of an individual experience to fit into a Convenient Box, complete with no shortage of Assumptions
we exist for many reasons. we know only some of them. we share even fewer.
there are many things we dare not speak lest it weaken the spells they're part of. such is the nature of spellwork at times.
sometimes the risk of being wrong isn't worth it. and sometimes a secret is worth holding for its own sake. and sometimes holding secrets brings power. for reasons that only make sense to we. and sometimes you could know; but we can't perform the act of speaking.
