prayed to keep my soul
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he has become a collector of items. Her first paintbrush that she ruined by leaving out in the rain. Tulips petals from the ones that died (her mom says they will grow new flowers in their stead, but these were her favorite, she insisted.) A pretend sword from Nic. A pebble she tossed at Aeneas’s window.
She has become a collected of more than items.
Elliana grows in both height and in friendships. These friends, these special, beautiful friends she has made. Sometimes if she thinks about them too hard, too much, her whole world ends up dizzy and she thinks she cannot breathe with how wonderful they all are.
She has invisible music to dance to. Her heart is steady amongst the songs of summer birds and new babies still testing their voices as well as their wings. The December sky blue of her eyes looks about the Court. Her mother had permitted her to go into the city for the day and she peers up at all the buildings and stores from beneath her cornsilk forelock and her blue eyes.
After the dampness of spring, she thought summer might be the escape she needed. Those silver blue eyes flitter around the city, taking everything in. In the bright sunlight of the afternoon, those shadows are slim, and she can only hear the faint murmuring of them, not loud enough to understand, and she has grown accustomed to the way she is no longer ever alone it would seem. ‘Did you hear the Halcyon will be flying out?’ Someone says. Elli overhears the conversation. Of course she had heard of the Halcyon in her history lessons, and how could she not tune in after learning of Aeneas’s family and who his mother is. It was perhaps the one time she had paid attention. She listens for where they will be training and Elli quickens her pace.
Steadily, she makes her way towards were there barracks are, keeping attune to any she might see. Elli is without paintbrush or canvas today, but if she saw them, she knows well enough of her talent that she would be able to capture it. She goes to the overlook just outside the main city and waits with the patience of an artist.
@Sitri elliana speaks
elliana
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