We are sometimes losing it // one fight, baby, then we run for the fun of it
Ellyra’s gaze followed the line of crates Flora indicated, the stacked barrels and sloshing glass catching the light as dockhands moved them with practiced efficiency. For a moment she stayed still, weighing the distance between the ships and the stretch of dock behind her, as if her friend might choose that exact second to appear the moment Ellyra stepped away. Her jaw tightened, then relaxed.
"You're right." She said with a full and deliberate exhale, grounding herself to her decision. She shifted her hands from the strap of her satchel to lifting, moving the hair tie off her wrist in one swift motion and pulling back her thick blonde hair in a rough bun. "I can help.” Somehow Flora knew her. Knew the way that if she stayed here, pacing and waiting, that her worry would gnaw and claw and slowly and surely consume every part of her being before she could regain control of it.
The work claimed her quickly. The rhythm of it quieted the sharp edge in her chest, gave her something solid to press against. Still, her attention never fully left the dock. Between movements, her gaze flicked up. If her friend appeared, she’d see her. She had to believe that. Ellyra kept moving, kept helping, trusting motion to keep her anchored until the moment the crowd finally parted and proved her right.
FIN
"You're right." She said with a full and deliberate exhale, grounding herself to her decision. She shifted her hands from the strap of her satchel to lifting, moving the hair tie off her wrist in one swift motion and pulling back her thick blonde hair in a rough bun. "I can help.” Somehow Flora knew her. Knew the way that if she stayed here, pacing and waiting, that her worry would gnaw and claw and slowly and surely consume every part of her being before she could regain control of it.
The work claimed her quickly. The rhythm of it quieted the sharp edge in her chest, gave her something solid to press against. Still, her attention never fully left the dock. Between movements, her gaze flicked up. If her friend appeared, she’d see her. She had to believe that. Ellyra kept moving, kept helping, trusting motion to keep her anchored until the moment the crowd finally parted and proved her right.
FIN
Ellyra
