Ellyra
We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Ellyra made her own humming noise and nodded with Lena. "That is a good thought. It's definitely possible." She offered a small smile, a lifting of her brow. The caretaker moved, then, and Ellyra followed. She was curious to see how Lena would handle the gourd she stalked, and Ellyra held herself back from pushing passed her and squashing it under her boots. It's what she had always done.
"Accepted." She said, biting her tongue. "My parents both attuned, recently, to keep their alliances with the old gods rather than the Voice. I am...still waiting, I guess." Her parents had given her the freedom to choose, but if they had taken that freedom from her, then she surely would have asked Frey for some big and brave skin. Something to help her search for who she was and what she was to be. "I left the Grounds because I couldn't decide, but I couldn't listen to one more person trying to convince me to follow her.." Ellyra trailed off and, not paying attention, nearly stumbled over another gourd that rolled between two bookshelves.
Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are
Don't forget me or who you are
