if the journey of a thousand miles starts when you take the first step
Deals like this were done in the Fingers. It didn't seem like a red flag. Neither did being told to come alone. This was how things were done, or so Eloise naively believed. All she knew of nefarious backroom deals were what she'd gleaned from Raza and the tales she'd grown up with as a child. That, combined with the way she'd leaned so hard into her illusion magic as the one thing that made her strong and set her apart, had made her blind to the risks she was taking. But if she was going to be a strong and independent woman in this new world, she couldn't ask for help.
Right?
The tide had come in, having already flooded the lower portions of the caves. Still, Eloise entered with her chin held high, trying to ignore the icy bite of the water against her sandaled-feet as she walked through the caves. You belong here. She told herself, the fake-it-until-you-make-it mantra of the blueblooded-class coming all too easy to her.
Dressed in all black (cliches were a comfort), Eloise fought to keep her arms at her sides, rather than crossing them uncomfortably as she so badly wanted to do.
Right?
The tide had come in, having already flooded the lower portions of the caves. Still, Eloise entered with her chin held high, trying to ignore the icy bite of the water against her sandaled-feet as she walked through the caves. You belong here. She told herself, the fake-it-until-you-make-it mantra of the blueblooded-class coming all too easy to her.
Dressed in all black (cliches were a comfort), Eloise fought to keep her arms at her sides, rather than crossing them uncomfortably as she so badly wanted to do.
i'll travel for a little while, & i won't be coming back
