her eyes they know too much
Strolling without a care in the world, Eloise held out a white bit of cloth between her fingers, letting the breeze dance and play with it. Barefoot and wearing mere scraps of fabric over her body (likely bits of sail from the Ark), the illusionist walked on the soft sand where the waves crashed over and over again.
You'd think spending most of her time out at sea that Eloise would be in town; anywhere away from the ocean. But that wasn't the case. Instead she breathed in the salty air as if she might never again, relishing the feeling of wet sand caving only slightly beneath her as she strolled along.
You'd think spending most of her time out at sea that Eloise would be in town; anywhere away from the ocean. But that wasn't the case. Instead she breathed in the salty air as if she might never again, relishing the feeling of wet sand caving only slightly beneath her as she strolled along.
she'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch
