to be brave [wishbone]

[Elliana]

kissed my penny and threw it in
prayed to keep my soul

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re you ready for your grave yet, Elliana?

Graveyards and gardens.

There has never been that much of a difference. Both bloomed, one six feet below, while the sparked colors above. Isolt said she had never seen the difference, and Elli had not understood such a thing when the unicorn first told her. Had blinked blue eyes in her direction. She learned soon enough though. As a grave that was not her own filled with flowers and buried her brother beneath it.

Are you ready for your grave yet, Elliana? She heard them whisper.

Not yet, not yet, not yet, she whispered back to them.

Please, not yet.

Do you like my flower, Elli? she had asked her.

And she slipped its petals beneath her tongue and wondered if a garden or a grave would bloom in caverns of her chest.

Blue eyes, too blue eyes, forget-me-not blue lock onto the peak in front of her. She promised Leo they would meet again soon, but for now, there was a path she wanted to follow. Her mother was here once, before Terrastella, before the lies, before the crown, before the death. Before Elli left her in search of something she still has not found. She knows the land is called Hyaline, and it was surrounded by mountains and a great lake. “Like Paraiso,” she had said in story about a queen with unmatched beauty. “Or like Denocte,” she had retaliated.

It is only when she grows closer that this mountain…it was unlike one she had ever seen before. Smoke bloomed where there should be snow caps, there was heat where she expected cool breeze, trees stood tall and bright instead of the pines she was so accustomed too.

She passes a large dip in the ground.

Are you ready for your grave yet, Elliana?

She grows closer, ever closer.

Blue eyes linger there, they spot a flower that has pushed through its dirt.

Graveyards and gardens.

Both bloom as if telling here, even here they wait. She wonders if Danae and Isolt can hear her heart racing realms away and if they do what happens. Do Isolt’s eyes grow wide? Does Danae’s nose start to bleed again?

Or do their unicorn hearts just simply beat in time with her own?

She watches the stream of smoke rise and she forgets why she is here at all to begin with.

@[Wishbone] elliana speaks

elliana
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