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aybe she will look back on this day and wonder what she was doing approaching a man on a cliff side. Especially this man, on this cliff side. But maybe she will not think about this day at all, and never wonder anything. But regardless, the next time they meet, Elli will have grown to be older and to be wiser too, but she still will not too old and not too wise. This is not the last time they will meet. Elli is a quiet girl and she grows shy beneath his presence, smiling just to herself as she watches him carefully. She believes the look he wears is one she had seen in a ghost before. Longing, for something beyond their reaching, they would have to stretch into the past to get it. And it is a look that draws Elliana in. It is a look that makes her think he knew a lot about living like a ghost.
“Okay.” She is easily placated. That will change with time when she learns more about what she wants and what she may have to do to get it. She watches the toughness of his expression, but Elli is not so easily deterred. “Next time?” She questions him, taking a step forward, closer to him. If she were human she would have reached out a tiny hand and tried to place it within his own. “Why don’t we start searching today?” She asks him, head tilting, those blonde locks falling delicately to the side.
Elli rolls her shoulders in response, she was born with the dead speaking in her ears, it is not so strange nor surprising to her. “Sure, but only when it gets dark.” She says and tilts that head again, looking at him with big, blue satellite dish eyes. Only when it gets dark. Only when the shadows come out. That is when the voices start. “Come on, let’s look for your friend.” She skips off as if the dead were not snapping at her ankles.
@Vercingtorix elliana speaks
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