Half a Moon: 14 Days of Celebrating Women

Didn't have as much time to write as I wanted, so I can only offer these two sorta-drabbles and must leave the other three half-done ones for another day.

First offering: River, spoilers if you know enough to sift through the babble.

Some Assembly Required
She is bits. Bits and bits and more bits that don’t quite go together. Others’ bits; given, taken, secrets known and secrets lost, secrets buried under bodies. She recognizes, when the medicine is strong and every beat-beat of her heart pumps more of it through her veins, and can almost see the ones that belong but stumbles on the never-happeneds (a girl, [her?], with the dead, refusing to sleep)(a man, Simon, dressed in their colours, with terror in his heart) and pitches back into oblivion with despair on her lips as it faded; faded.
Sometimes the bits didn’t matter though. Chasing Kaylee didn’t need a whole River, she’d said parts would do. She was good with parts. Patching and fixing and hoping it’d all hold together; like the vase Simon broke but hid from mom ‘til she told.
And that was best. No secrets.

Second offering: Granny Weatherwax, for the prompt "The trouble with being the best is always having to BE the best. Although some manage better than others".

Competition
Granny found the easiest way was to avoid actually participating competitively, but showing up and giving a regal nod to let the others know she wasn’t competing because it wouldn’t be fair. And it’s not like she needed to see how fine needlework someone else can do to know that she could do better.
She just has other things to do.
And Mrs. McDonnahe really was a lovely woman. And if she insisted on giving her some of her work, who was she to argue? Sure, Granny didn’t let herself indulge in too much of this thinking (“Of course I can’t stitch a thread, I ain’t foolin’ myself.”), but nevertheless she will never deny her potential to do better. That would be akin to giving up, which a Weatherwax would never do.