[AW] the divine revelation of an almost-star,

[Elena]

take this burden away from me
and bury it before it buries me

She doesn't remember much from the time period where her father had been murdered and she had wandered into Beyond where Marcelo had found her. But she imagines it sort of felt like wandering through this starry land. Eternal, dark, never ending. It had ended though, standing knee deep in the snow, shivering as amber eyes looked up to find the earthen ones of Marcelo staring down at her. In the end, it had felt like almost no time at all between her father yelling for her to run and Marcelo lowering his head to draw her in. “I saw you in a vision, I knew you would be here, the future seer had said. “You are safe now, cousin.”

Elena watches as Warset turns away from Pan’s offering. Her heart breaks a little for the boy, but she knows what it is like. She remembers little girl with red hair handing her a flower and Elena letting it fall to the ground, refusing to reach back out to her. Elena has been both the victim and the bully, even when she has not intended it to be so.

She is beautiful, she is so beautiful. Elena tries not find admiration for the mare as she stands there with agony staining her shoulders, but the stars have always been such a mysterious thing for Elena and so this mare follows to be as well. ‘Stars are kind things,’ Orani had told her one night in Paraiso. ‘Most of the time anyway, but they are always such unpredictable entities.’ I is these words that move Elena closer to Pan and to eye the mare wearily. Grief makes you do silly things, makes you think things you would never have thought before. Grief has no pattern, it has no promises.

And it is only when Pan smiles that Elena does the same. She looks to Warset then and Elena cannot help but breathe in the magic she posses. She bows her head slightly to peer up at her with silver blue eyes. “I don’t doubt it,” she responds, sweeping those eyes underneath her long, dark lashes. “If anyone could another through a field of stars, it is a star herself,” she says boldly. For if she were not a star, well, Elena does not know what she could call her. Had she not seen the same shimmer, the same shine upon Azrael? And Elena would never consider him anything other than her North Star. He could point in any direction and she would never falter, she would always follow.

She stands close to Pan, looking to Warset as their leader, there is something heavy in her chest that tells her this will not be simple. Nothing is ever simple. This shouldn't surprise her. Rather it should be more surprising that she is shocked that getting out may be more difficult than she initially thought as she stands there and scans out to the stars around them. “Even a circle has an end, if you can push through the edges,” she says before coming to stand beside Warset. She is humbled in her presence. “Lead us to it—please.”

so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me

@Warset @Pan