Elizabeth Gold-Sharpe/Queen Goldenstar I/Taka

“Why do you spin so much?” 

It was to forget. It was always to forget. Goldenstar had more money than she could ever spend but just like the male of her species it wasn’t just her source of income. The queen of the animals turned straw into gold for hours at a time, staring into the wheel, losing herself in the wool, straw and thin fine gold passing through her fingers. Sometimes it was gold, other times the product was yarn. And then she would lose herself knitting something again. She’d forget that hours passed until one of the animals in her kingdom tapped her leg or Rumple placed his hand on his equally mentally unstable daughter’s cheek to snap her out of it. And there she was again. Spinning. The creaking of a spinning wheel drowned out her own terrified screams and cries of a harsh past life. Memories still lingered thousands of years later…so she spun. 

At her mates question she answered softly. “I like to watch the wheel. It helps me forget.”