ELIZABETH
this is me saying that i would set myself on fire
Needing a break from the monotonous loneliness of Longnight in Halo, Elizabeth had piled extra firewood in her fireplace and set out to visit the boisterous activities of the Hollowed Grounds. When other areas shut themselves in and fearfully waited out at the perpetual darkness, the Hollowed Grounds seemed to celebrate the nightfall as some might a sunrise. It's a warm welcome to finally step into the glowing lights of the Inner Quarter with people milling about and laughing joyfully amongst each other. The weather is still cold, but it's nothing compared to Halo and Elizabeth lets the familiar tightness of her body relax, embracing the heat of human proximity around her.
She makes her way through the throng, her travel boots clicking softly on the cobblestones, swishing her purple gown gently around her ankles. The music has her humming lightly, smiling at the happy faces dancing in the square. Maybe she'll join them soon, but her stomach first intercedes with a loud grumble that has her searching for sustenance. Although many sights and smells of delicious foods call to her, the familiar sight of golden cake quickly draws her to its line. She waits patiently for her turn before procuring her own portion. It doesn't take long for her to shove the dessert into her face.
With her mouth full of the delectable pastry, she looks to the red-haired woman who asks her a question, trying to cover her mouth politely as she responds. "A piece of King Cake." The bite of almond puff cake filled with galette melts into Elizabeth's mouth and she points to the larger portion still at the booth with a large grin. "If you get the piece with the almond, you get to wear the crown." Hanging from the side of the stall is a circlet of fake gold, studded with rubies. People line up in hopes of being the victor, becoming 'King' - or 'Queen'! - for the night.
She makes her way through the throng, her travel boots clicking softly on the cobblestones, swishing her purple gown gently around her ankles. The music has her humming lightly, smiling at the happy faces dancing in the square. Maybe she'll join them soon, but her stomach first intercedes with a loud grumble that has her searching for sustenance. Although many sights and smells of delicious foods call to her, the familiar sight of golden cake quickly draws her to its line. She waits patiently for her turn before procuring her own portion. It doesn't take long for her to shove the dessert into her face.
With her mouth full of the delectable pastry, she looks to the red-haired woman who asks her a question, trying to cover her mouth politely as she responds. "A piece of King Cake." The bite of almond puff cake filled with galette melts into Elizabeth's mouth and she points to the larger portion still at the booth with a large grin. "If you get the piece with the almond, you get to wear the crown." Hanging from the side of the stall is a circlet of fake gold, studded with rubies. People line up in hopes of being the victor, becoming 'King' - or 'Queen'! - for the night.
to bring light to all of the dark places within you
