We are sometimes losing it // one fight, baby, then we run for the fun of it
Ellyra’s fingers lingered on the rim of the wheelbarrow a heartbeat too long, as if the solid curve of wood might anchor her. The question made her swallow, throat tight, and she glanced past Flora toward the open water where the skyships came and went in a steady, indifferent rhythm.
“Uh, coming. And waiting, really.” she said, the word slipping out quicker than she intended them to. She bit the inside of her lip, just at the corner, before shaking her head slightly that sent her bangs down from their jail behind her ears. "I came from King's End because my friend from Stormbreak wrote me. I told her I'd meet her here, but she's..." Ellyra trailed off, lifting a hand to gesture at the very full and very busy port, but very empty space next to her.
“She was supposed to be on one of the early runs. Clinic transfer.” A pause. “We're nurses." Ellyra’s eyes flicked over the crowd again, counting uniforms, healers’ whites, the familiar cut of Stormbreak cloaks. She breathed out through her nose. "But now I'm just here and making myself useful by getting trampled and spilling people’s supplies.” Hazel eyes finally returned to Flora, searching her face, as she let a breath of a nervous laugh leave her.
“Uh, coming. And waiting, really.” she said, the word slipping out quicker than she intended them to. She bit the inside of her lip, just at the corner, before shaking her head slightly that sent her bangs down from their jail behind her ears. "I came from King's End because my friend from Stormbreak wrote me. I told her I'd meet her here, but she's..." Ellyra trailed off, lifting a hand to gesture at the very full and very busy port, but very empty space next to her.
“She was supposed to be on one of the early runs. Clinic transfer.” A pause. “We're nurses." Ellyra’s eyes flicked over the crowd again, counting uniforms, healers’ whites, the familiar cut of Stormbreak cloaks. She breathed out through her nose. "But now I'm just here and making myself useful by getting trampled and spilling people’s supplies.” Hazel eyes finally returned to Flora, searching her face, as she let a breath of a nervous laugh leave her.
Ellyra
