every day it feels like I’m holding back an ocean
Prayers are never answered in the way you expect. It is as if those in the heavens above have some twisted sense of humor, especially when it came to the girl with baby blue eyes. She remembers looking at her mother, when Beylani had thought that her daughter had been looking elsewhere, and she remembers seeing that dash of pain across her face, and she had wished with starlight and four leaf clovers that her mother wouldn't hurt anymore. And eventually, when her eyes closed for the final time, she didnt.
Prayers are never answered in the way you expect.
She had asked her ancestors to let Frostbane give up the chase, to leave her in peace and to stop hurting her friends and her family. Her father had already died defending her, how many others would have to perish in the defense of her before Frostbane would wrap his ice around her and plunge her under? And it would seem, making the swim across that great water, wandering for days on end, hardly eating, stopping to drink only because her throat was on fire, who knew that this could be the answer she had been searching for this entire time.
Prayers are never answered in the way you expect.
She jumps, her muscles contracting, shortening so she feels almost a jitter run through her body. Elena’s golden twin flutes flitter atop her head amongst the mess of that blonde hair as she realizes the sound she had just heard was a whinny. How long had she been alone? Long enough to view the sound as foreign, and strange. A few steps back are taken, the name Frost pounding in her brain and obscuring her vision for a moment before she realizes and remembers she had left him behind at the water’s edge. “No,” she says immediately, her guard being constructed before herself like little bricks and mortar. “I mean, yes I am,” she admits because Elena is so painfully aware of just how alone she is. “Umm I’m Elena, are you from around here?” She asks, baby blues shifting the environment. “I’ll be honest, I am not even sure where here is.”
* e l e n a
in the dark I’ll pray for the return of the light
the sunflower daughter of benjamin and beylani
no home. mother of none. |