[se] the secret history

Ellyra

We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types

The gourds took their leave as Lena commanded and Ellyra's eyes widened. There had been some attuned in the Hollowed Grounds throughout her life, but she had never known any to have such will over wildlife. She heard stories and rumors, of course, of the outlanders that had been brought in by the Voice and their powers growing as they reached closer and closer to the Old Gods. But, Ellyra did not know them. She only heard of them.

Closing the doors, Ellyra nearly bounced her way back to the books she had gathered before clutching them to her chest and returning to Lena's side. "Vi." She breathed out, a smile curling up in a familiar way on her face. She lifted a hand to tuck a lock of golden hair behind her ears, and made her assumption, "And you follow Frey? Since they placed you where you are."

Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are