I’ve been rereading TLT and as much as I love the insane lesbian angle, I can’t stop thinking about how Harrow as a child fell instantly in love with Earth.
She grows up in the darkest, saddest, deadest corner of the solar system, deprived to the point she’s unable to tolerate bright light or really even much flavor in food. And she sees the face of Earth, and without understanding what she sees, loves it. my ecologist heart feels some type of way about this.
gods, i love this take so much, the human love for the planet that was the origin of the species, to see the gaea with new eyes and just love the world, even constrained in the form of a mortal. to see the majesty of it all and fall in love, because how could you not? even on different worlds, she recognizes the presence of the world as home, as love, because the world loves us no matter how much we have hurt it. sure, the world hurts us back, but that does not mean it does not love us, it just means that the world refuses to take the pain we’ve inflicted without returning it. the love of a world is on a separate level to the love of a human, but harrow recognizes the love the world holds and falls in the deepest manner she knows how for a world she has never seen and yet recognizes.
