prayed to keep my soul
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ack clings tighter to her back, as if sensing the way the other girls looks at her, as if she means to drain all the blood from him. Elli, in her own innocence simply stares with that longing gaze of glaciers towards the older girl. She smiles and only frowns when the girl starts to walk away. Elli tip toes after her for a moment before stopping and waiting. She would not chase someone who did not want to be chased, and this is an important distinction between Elli and her mother. Elena chases people, Elli chases the world. The deer comes close to her back, Stares down at Jack and Elli swings her body away, better to watch the girl slowly walking away from her. She looks away when the birds suddenly erupt from the underbrush and Elliana takes a jump towards the girl in surprise. Started by birds to reach towards another. She thinks maybe it worked, whatever it is, Elli is not sure, but the girl with the mask comes back towards her. White magic, she doesn't know what it is. Her mother never talks about magic, not unless in terms of her family’s old magic. (Wind talkers, air movers, the names have changed through the course of their family’s history.) But Elli never thought the wind to be white magic, if she painted the wind it would be purple.
And the girl smiles.
Elli has no choice here but to smile back at her.
And they look one in the same—though they should be—they were blood sisters after all.
Her mask falls firmly in place and Elliana is beginning to think she quite likes it. She wants to ask where she got such a thing and if she would make one for her. “It will be cold,” Elliana warns. She is young, but she has grown enough to know that snow is cold and that mad girls are not always what you expect, sometimes they are full of innocent blue eyes, batting lashes, and shy smiles.
“Not quite,” she tells her before beginning to search the ground. Where she had rolled a snowball had revealed some of the ground below, and nestled in the wet grass there lays a sharp stone, sharp enough to cut through flesh. Elli holds it before her. “Okay, you first,” she says, takes a deep breath and waits for Bird to hold out an appendage towards her. Jack looks away, as if he could not stand to watch. It feels strange, cutting through flesh, different that cutting the stems of flowers, or through a slice of bread. Crimson bubbles to the surface of the fresh cut on Bird, and Elli wonders if it hurts, she will soon find out. She stares as it bleeds, entirely caught up in what is happening. She has never seen a cut so intentional, so direct. This was no skinned knee or rose thorn prick. She blinks and reaches for some snow to place over it, she shivers. (From the snow, she tells herself.) ”There,” she says, admiring the stone, now darkened. She hands it to Bird and holds out her own golden and shadowed leg. “Me next,” she says, looks down at first her leg, to the stone, and to the mask. And she thinks, dark magic cannot be so bad if it gives her sister. A blood sister, but a sister all the same.
(ooc: i’m so sorry)
@Maybird elliana speaks
elliana
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