Ellyra
We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Ellyra brought her books to her chest, an eyebrow lifting in thought. "Well, I don't really know where any plant or animal comes from, but if the land is fertile they come. Maybe they came up here because they weren't contained. Like, think of a garden. If you plant something and don't give it parameters to grow, eventually it just takes over right? Now that there's no barrier, it's just taken them this long to spread around." It was just her own speculation, a whirlwind of thoughts rolling from her tongue, but it made sense to her.
"You know Frey?" She asked then, interest piqued. Both eyebrows lifted and she turned hazel eyes on the woman. "Are you attuned, then? I mean, if you take care of the animals it just makes sense. I'm not trying to pry or anything -- sorry if that's too personal a question..." She rambled a bit, clutching her books a little tighter. She hadn't meant to be offensive, and she hoped she wasn't, but her tongue usually worked faster than her brain.
She watched Lena as the woman shooed away the other gourd, the adolescent boy it had stolen the book from running off and down the steps of the library. Ellyra pursed her lips again, thinking it would be easier to just kick them.
Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are
Don't forget me or who you are
