05-29-2021, 05:42 PM
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he setting sun bathes her dark coat in lilac and tangerine orange. It flickers right like the bonfires where her mother and father first met, bonfires where she would come to meet her own father. The forest was still bright with the colors of spring, an overwhelming spectrum of green, pink, white, yellow. The forest, it would seem, compensating for the dreariness it no doubt faced during those harsh winter months. It is the sight of lilac and lilac alone that drags Elliana’s blue eyes away from the path, worn down by decades of other footfalls treading along just as she does now.Her mother had always loved how lilac only blossomed after a harsh. She said it was the earth healing itself, like she would heal those. Funny, how after all this time, all this fighting, she too would become a healer like her mother. The perfect combination between her mother and her father. The ability to fix, but only by using what her mother feared most and what her father was made from.
Those dreaded, dreaded shadows.
Elli has always been more comfortable in the darkness. Ever since she was small and her spidery, baby legs were too long for her body, and her face was dark and unmarked by worry. The only break in her own shadowy skin, the heart on her forehead, the leg dipped in white, and a crescent moon on her shoulder.
Before her mother (torn asunder by the death of her brother) was no longer capable of caring for Elliana as she deserved then. But Elliana, she really only returned the favor didn't she?
She feels lost, and yet she cannot place exactly why. It's a reoccurring feeling of loneliness that swarms like mosquitos to her blood. She cannot outrun it, but she doesn't try very hard. It’s only when the itchiness beings that she ponders actually doing something about it. She walks until it stops feeling like her feet are sinking, she hums until her ears stop their ringing, and clears her mind until she cannot remember a single moment except for now.
It almost feels like Delumine here, the very first place she had ever fled to. And if she were thinking of something, if she were remembering anything, it might have been a tale of twin unicorns, who gave her both a kiss and a scar. The kiss atop her head, the cut of the horn against her heart. A rose instead of a heart she was promised, and Elliana would think it good.
For rose’s have thorns.
And what a fortress it would be.
..but nightmares are dreams too.