Envy is Mars.
“So like Earth, yet barren and dead.”
She gazes upon her sister, her skin a jealous red. There had once been sapphire adorning her skin but life had led them both down separate paths. Mother always favoured them, always gave them their time and energy. To Mother, she was like her brothers, cast aside as an afterthought. Even now she looks in upon her sisters – her body growing cold, her mouth drying, her skin deep red. Maybe one day she would be as green and blue and white gold as her sister, but no-matter how many children she adopted she would never feel the pride that her sister felt for her lone child.