Ellyra
We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
”That, whatever that was.” Ellyra breathed as the stranger picked up the pastry. She couldn’t help but notice the teenagers working behind the counter snickering at her. Ellyra shot them a warning glare and they went back to work, ducking their heads and keeping their eyes from the lioness. She was sure that if she had the ability to partially shift her fangs would be growing in her mouth, and that she would have hissed at the kids.
Ellyra looked back to the woman, though, and shook her head. ”You scared the crap out of me, just appearing out of nowhere. What kind of magic—“ She stopped herself, then. The words cut off suddenly and Ellyra held her basket closer to her chest. ”Wait a minute. Are you a demigod?” She asked, lifting her chin and taking a small step back. Then she looked the stranger up and down, all the while not noticing how she tried to return the dropped pastry.
Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are
Don't forget me or who you are
