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[Elena]

every day it feels like I’m holding back an ocean

For her entire life, Elena has always been the strong one—the rooted one. 

To the world, she put on a face of the utmost strength and unburdened, tall unmovable mountains, towering redwoods. It was how she protected herself, how she managed to protect those around her. But strip away that veneer, peel back the boards, and you would find a woman who burned with feelings, tumultuous storms that raged within her belly. Emotions that she could not quench, fires she could not sate no matter how she tried.

She has not even been in Terrastella a year, but it felt good to stay stationary for a moment. For years, she has ran when anything felt too heavy. She ran to shed the weight of whatever sat on her shoulders, but something she had began to learn was that no matter how far she ran, the weight followed her. No matter how far she ran, it didn’t change that her parents were gone. It didn't change that Tunnel had scrapped his teeth against her golden skin one day in the forest. It didn't change that anyone she had called family had slowly disappeared. The girl that had once been surrounded by more love than she knew what do with was now suddenly completely, utterly alone.

Eyes of early morning frost look to the side as she passes the building, underneath the sunset that is painted like fire, wildness and ancient things. She feels, peaceful. Elena has never truly dreamt of gaining power or building her reputation. Unlike her godfather, she never thought herself a guardian of ancient lands, and never truly positioned herself in ways to seek it out. Instead, she has just tried to know just what she was. She was happy enough to love and heal those who let her.

Still, she was a girl born of kingdoms and there is comfort in having a home.

So she is more than happy to have found hers within the heart of Terrastella. 

She has come into the city once again, to hang her hat at the capital’s door, lose herself in the bustle of Dusk life. There is the smell of saltwater buried in her skin, there is a wildflower tangled in her mane. In the setting sun, there, in the city with life moving all around her, Elena first looks like a true Terrastellan and some might find it beautiful, some sad, and still others wouldn't quite know what to think as the blonde girl turns down a quieter alleyway in city that has started to shape her into something Elena will see in her reflection and no longer recognize. There is a tall building at the end of the way, it overlooks both the rolling hills and the sea. Elena makes it to the top as day kisses the night in a feverish display of affection before they will part ways until the morning. 

She thinks she is alone and comforted in her solitude she hums, a song from her mother that she can no longer remember the words to. Those blue eyes squint in quiet solace as her body begins to sway, as if she hasn't quite shaken the ocean that still swells and rolls in her soul.



* e l e n a
in the dark I’ll pray for the return of the light
the sunflower daughter of benjamin and beylani
medic of dusk.

@Lyr