ELENA
we had discovered
an accursed country.
an accursed country.
Burned his bed? Oh. News of the fire had spread like news always did through such a tight community, but there had been so many rumors tossed around, Elena hadn't put any stock into any one being the true story. It seemed, however, that the saddest was indeed true. That Korbin Hale had set his own house on fire.
The corners of her mouth tightened, but not to the point of grimacing. This was the sort of pain she knew. Self-destructive and horrible. Pain that cared nothing for the people around them or even the person feeling it, only for what had been lost.
Elena looked down at her drink, taking the pressure of her gaze off the grieving young man. The temptation was there to tell him that she understood his pain. His loss. But she hadn't appreciated that when she'd been grieving and she certainly wouldn't inflict it on someone else now. Instead, she offered, "I wouldn't say 'better'. You could have a bed to yourself in the elder's lodge. No crawling companions required."
The corners of her mouth tightened, but not to the point of grimacing. This was the sort of pain she knew. Self-destructive and horrible. Pain that cared nothing for the people around them or even the person feeling it, only for what had been lost.
Elena looked down at her drink, taking the pressure of her gaze off the grieving young man. The temptation was there to tell him that she understood his pain. His loss. But she hadn't appreciated that when she'd been grieving and she certainly wouldn't inflict it on someone else now. Instead, she offered, "I wouldn't say 'better'. You could have a bed to yourself in the elder's lodge. No crawling companions required."
we had found
the home of the blizzard
the home of the blizzard
