Eliza
Her curiosity won over. She had been trying to keep to herself. Really trying! And she had been doing a pretty good job of it! Finally, it had gotten to the point where she had to know, where she had to contact one of these strangers. Where she had to see for herself just what these ‘Hollowed Grounds’ were like. That didn’t mean she would give any hint of the truth of who she was, though.
Eliza took a cloak - something she rarely, rarely wore - and fastened it around her neck, and for the first time since she could remember, she made the conscious decision to hide her wings. It felt wrong, but she told herself that she had to do it for the sake of preserving the secrecy of her people.
Her heart was beating rapidly, nervous and unsure of her decision, but the decision had been made, and she wasn’t going back on it… Regardless of how many thoughts might’ve been screaming at her to turn around and get back to the safety of her home.
No. She was doing this.
The Fae huntress stepped with light feet, almost as though she was walking on the air itself, her wide eyes roaming over what could only have been described as a stain in their land. How the people within this place had survived for so long was beyond her comprehension.
Her heart leapt to her throat when she saw a figure outside on his own. Her nearly silent steps started carrying her in his direction, her mind racing against her.
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it.
“What’re you doing?” She asked the yellow-haired figure with a voice that sounded stronger than it felt. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and she looked at him carefully. It was obvious that he was farming, but he seemed agitated. Was he agitated about the farming? Was planting in such poor conditions frustrating? Must be, otherwise he would be smiling, right?
