10-15-2021, 10:47 PM
There are pieces strewn about on the shoreline of Elliana’s birth land. They dig deep in the sand like glass shards that are sharp enough to kill should they stand up like splinters. She is the only piece that made it out of there. She stands there as regret, hope, immortality, all tangled into the misshapen form of a girl.
And she will never relearn all the other shapes she could have been, should have been. She will never get them back.
Somewhere a bird starts to sing in a tree, and a rodent rustles into the grass.
Another bird joins the song of the land and it settles something in her bones she did not realize had shaken loose.
She would think it a sign of good fortune if she did not know any better. Elliana had always been wary of divination and prophecy. She blamed this in part on her mother, and her mentors and tutors and the stories they told. In them, the main characters were always just playing out their fate- or else it was the opposite, and they burst dramatically from the rails of destiny to swing in the opposite direction. Elliana found it… uninspiring. She didn't want to believe that everything in life was predetermined and thus bound to be followed or vehemently opposed; to be so black and white took the magic out of things, the mystery.
In short, Elliana has been determined to find her own truth. She did not think it would be found in the stars, tarot card, tea leaves, or wandering shapes in clouds.
She finds her in the wildflowers. Blue eyes peek from a mess of blonde hair. If there is a right way to burn, to encounter all the anger in this world, Elliana has not yet discovered it.
“Am I intruding?” She asks quickly, quietly, like a ghost dashing behind the shadow of a doorway. “I was looking for dandelions to pick.” Something she once did with the Delumine sun on her back and Po weaving wildflowers at her feet. “They aren’t weeds you know,” she feels compelled to add. “They are flowers too.”
@Sickle