Ellyra
We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
"I think the expectation isn't the attunement itself, but the fact that it truly solidifies me to the old gods and takes me out of the contestants for the Voice." Ellyra tried to explain as she steadied herself from her near-fall over a pumpkin. She made a frustrated huffing sound as she nudged it with her toe, trying not to kick it hard under the eye of Lena. She was so kind, Ellyra wasn't ready to write her off as a possible friend yet.
"Oh, okay!" she chirped at Lena's idea. Setting her books to the side on a cart between two shelves, the blonde trotted over to the door and swung it wide open. Several heads turned within the library and a symphony of shhhhhh's filled the space just as the autumn air came filling in between the hundreds of shelves of books.
Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are
Don't forget me or who you are
