ELENA
we had discovered
an accursed country.
an accursed country.
Oh, those were sentiments Elena could sympathize with. For all that she was a decade removed from her own tragedy, the memories of those terrible weeks afterwards -- the pity, the sad glances, the I understand's -- would stick with her forever. She snorted softly at Korbin's bitter words, amused despite the horrible sadness of it. No, those who hadn't lost someone who was the center of their world would never really understand. And even those who had didn't always remember how much those words of 'empathy' stung before they used them on others.
Elena could see Korbin out of the corner of her eye, watched him turn, but didn't turn with him. "Hmm. I'm comfortable right here, actually." As if to emphasize the point, she leaned one elbow on the bartop, raising her mug with the other hand. "But a toast to telling people to where they can shove their oh-so-helpful opinions." And at that she knocked back a swig of her drink.
Elena could see Korbin out of the corner of her eye, watched him turn, but didn't turn with him. "Hmm. I'm comfortable right here, actually." As if to emphasize the point, she leaned one elbow on the bartop, raising her mug with the other hand. "But a toast to telling people to where they can shove their oh-so-helpful opinions." And at that she knocked back a swig of her drink.
we had found
the home of the blizzard
the home of the blizzard
