12-12-2017, 08:02 PM
let me pick your brain, girl.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
This was something she had known was coming. It was only a matter of time. Yet still, a small measure of a moment passed when there were no formal words said about the passage of Overseer from one, to the other. Ceara did not know Ellyse--except by sight--but she wished her well in all her endeavors. She had spent time with Warrick, and had come to understand him as an individual apart from the new burdens he carried as Tephra's leader.
When the call sounded for them to gather, she found she was one of the first. Ellyse spoke, and then Warrick, and when he took the floor, his deep voice penetrating into the hearts and minds of those who still called Tephra home, she found that she was pleased that she had chosen to stay loyal to the Volcano she loved so much.
Her mother would be around as well, Surely. Reagan's love of this land ran deep, and though she was not currently here, Reagan's presence was satisfied through the eyes of her daughter--who currently had eyes for no one else but the new King.
Though she tried her best not to show it.
She stands silent, waiting to see what would progress of the meeting. Waiting to see if others would come.
ceara
offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation