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he offers Maeve a smile in response to her fall, blue eyes finding her own that look so bright and warm. Jack watches carefully from her shoulders, recognizing the girl as the one that was with Elliana. He chatters in Elli’s ear, asking if this was her, Elli nods in response. Their language was—strange at best. “I was born in the snow,” Elliana says with a blink before looking out and over the snowy landscape. The girls sticks out her tongue and Elli watches with a are curiosity. She played games, sure, but when she thinks of this winter season, she pictures mixing the right shades together to capture a snowy night, rather than manifesting snowballs. Jack on the other hand jumps down for a moment, builds a snowball within his palms before climbing back up his bonded’s shoulder, as if prepping for some sort of battle that has not been declared.
“It would be fun if you could fly with him,” she says, thinks about the prince’s wings she had seen that day in the field. She would paint them one day, she promises herself. Maybe by then he would learn how to fly.
Delicate head turns at the sound of her mother’s voice. Maeve is smiling wider than Elli, who still wears just a simper of a grin, she looks like her father here, but she doesn't know, and Elena tries to pretend she doesn't notice. “Okay,” Elli jumps forward, letting Maeve take the lead, happy to follow. She remembers her dreams, of the creature, she has had and turns to Maeve with soulful blue eyes, and she thinks of the white raven, that is her idea, but when she speaks that is not what she says. “Lets make a dragon.”
@Morrighan elliana speaks
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