[P] he would not ascend; he learned his lesson | party

[Elena]

It's always a matter, isn't it, of waiting for the world to come unraveled? When things hold together, it's always only temporary

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lena is used to sitting there and waiting for someone to impart something on her. Whether it be her grandmother, from decades of life and love and loss. Or it was Lilli, gifting her gratitude and love. Or her stand-in-mother and godfather. They all gave Elena something she could use, something she needed.

She is almost disappointed when the man who is no longer a stranger, does not give it to her. “Not many can say that about themselves, so maybe you are wise beyond your years,” she says and she wonders what put that too old wisdom in the too young body. No one gains wisdom with pieces of life falling to ruin. “But remember, you may know yourself but you do not know him.” She says and it will be the only piece of doubt she gives that fumbles in her heart if the prince is not quite right, and if her healing could be enough to offer him.

The palomino watches his eyes with her own like summer skies, like bright water. She thinks she sees ocean waves behind it, but she blinks and she sees only rolling sand dunes. “You are right,” she says, and she thinks, I remember. But she does not dare let it land gently on her lips. Does the father know, he asks and Elena’s eyes widen slightly as if they might be overheard.

“In a way,” she says, and it is so easy to see that this is not he entire story. “Well, the only one she needs as a father knows.” She is confesses it. Hates how easy it is to give him the truth, if only because she knows how easy it would also be to lie to him. “I’m not sure what to do next,” she confesses still because she cannot stop until they are all gone from her. “He has his alter and his goddess, he has no need nor want for a daughter.”

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