Taviora? They are close to Taviora, she knows, and she cannot help but let her eyes roam away for a moment as she considers such a thing. Should she go their first? Perhaps it would be best. If Cersei says is true, then she will find them faster that way...Yet, she shakes her head and grins to herself. No, it isn't better that way. After all, she was on her way to Diveen, so why change her plan? She knows she is simply giving in to avoiding Diveen if she goes to Taviora first. If she goes, then she will find a reason to stay, or a reason to go somewhere else after. So, she will continue her wayward orbit around Diveen forevermore. No, she resolves, she will not go to Taviora. Instead, she will continue walking alongside Cersei and then, she will follow the woman into Diveen. The thought alone makes her shiver, though she hides it as best as she can - it is, as she pretends, merely a chill from the cold.
"I will meet with them too, I think. Thank you, Cersei," she says finally after some moments, grinning towards the woman and bowing her head ever so slightly. At least she does not drift into Diveen without anything. Instead, she brings with her names now - living names. As they move in silence, she thinks of all of those names, and she keeps them close to her heart. The names make her warmer, and she feels their alive-ness buzzing in her chest. Ah, she thinks with relief, she isn't too late after all. There is still blood here to forgive her.
Despite her thoughts often drifting, they come back to the world the moment Cersei speaks. Elara cannot help but find herself smiling, wane as it may be, and watching the woman's face closely. There is a liveliness in the woman that Elara has not seen for some time, and she hangs on each word, truly in awe. Cersei, she has come to understand, is slower tha others to open up, at least in Elara's experience, and yet there is something inside her that seeks to do so. Elara cannot help but laugh, so quiet and small, beneath her breath. Of all the wolves, she thinks, to try and sway Cersei to open up, she cannot help but feel the most incapable of doing so. Yet, something about the way the other woman speaks makes Elara think that perhaps, in a small way, she has succeeded.
"Many would be envious of that, I think," she says, her voice distant like a cloud as the trees begin to materialize. They rise up quickly when they do, from mirage to living, towering trees within only minutes. She breathes out, relieved, as they enter the forest itself, Elara's head tilting back to look up at the canopy. Though the forest is quiet, she can almost feel the tiny wings of birds above them, or the wet eyes of squirrels and voles alike, watching them like the intruders they are.
"Yes, this whole time, though not always alone," she says, only looking back to Cersei as the word alone sits in the air. She gives a sheepish grin, knowing well what Cersei's implication was. Still, her grin becomes less so and more kind and she shrugs lightly. "I thought that the stars would lead me to my fate," she says with a small laugh, thinking of how often such things were uttered between her kin in the quietness of night. "I never knew which stars to follow, though. So, I followed wolves from time to time instead. Perhaps, I had thought, they knew better than I did." She speaks with the barest hint of humor, yet she speaks only the truth too. Elara was lost in more ways than one, and she knew it had been wrong to hope that others would lead her to answers rather than finding them herself. In a sense, she had hoped that by following them, she would naturally fit into their fate and life. If that happened, she'd not have to worry about her own! Things, of course, had not worked out that way. One way or another, she drifted away from those she followed. Like an instinct, she could not stay with them once such thoughts had started to bloom.
Cersei leads them along the forest path, and Elara falls behind for a moment, watching the russet woman. She ponders - is she doing the same now? Is she following Cersei because she hopes for answers? She shakes her head just as Cersei looks over her shoulder at her, urging her forward. No, Elara thinks. She isn't drifting away from Cersei, and even if she were, the woman's look had said it all - you're not floating off this time.
"How was it, coming back to Moladion? Was it strange for you?" She asks as she jogs forward, meeting Cersei once more with an apologetic grin. Above them, a sign of life. In the canopy, a small bird stirs, peeping several times before a flurry of wings breaks the quietness of the forest. Snow falls from the branches above them, and Elara can't help but see a sign in it. Moladion has welcomed her back, she thinks.