06-04-2021, 12:05 PM
elodie
Her pulse has an echo.
It thunders through her head, shudders through her limbs.
What a strange thing to be, reborn from ashes. (And she had thought she would not mourn this new, second loss of her mother but she cannot help the way the heart spasms and twinges still, even when she smiles for her companions.) Alas, even if she had wanted to surrender to grief, she does not have the opportunity. Because she is alone and then, quite simply, she is not alone.
Just as it had been when she had awoken to find the fireflies gathered around her the first time. Drawn to her as if aware that she thought of herself as an alone thing, drawn to her as if hell-bent on convincing her otherwise.
But the sudden company does not alarm her. How could it when she had just been consumed by fire? No, Elodie only turns her head to gaze imploringly at the mare who comes swimming out of the shadows. But she is not special and she does not know why the fireflies have chosen her except that maybe they harbor some certain fondness for the alone things.
Still, Elodie smiles. There is a tremble in this new skin, a tremor in the muscle, it is a strange thing to emerge from the ashes something fully formed. “I’m not much of a dancer,” she admits, the smile turning sheepish as she rolls her shoulders in a kind of shrug and glances up at the flurry of their activity, “I think they chose the wrong partner.”
There is no self-loathing in her tone, though, only a kind of plain observation. Elliana. Elli. She likes the sound of it and her smile softens around something more sincere again as she shifts her focus back to the mare’s face. “My name is Elodie,” she offers and then frowns, “or at least, I think it is. Something strange has happened.” The frown remains but she offers no explanation.
It thunders through her head, shudders through her limbs.
What a strange thing to be, reborn from ashes. (And she had thought she would not mourn this new, second loss of her mother but she cannot help the way the heart spasms and twinges still, even when she smiles for her companions.) Alas, even if she had wanted to surrender to grief, she does not have the opportunity. Because she is alone and then, quite simply, she is not alone.
Just as it had been when she had awoken to find the fireflies gathered around her the first time. Drawn to her as if aware that she thought of herself as an alone thing, drawn to her as if hell-bent on convincing her otherwise.
But the sudden company does not alarm her. How could it when she had just been consumed by fire? No, Elodie only turns her head to gaze imploringly at the mare who comes swimming out of the shadows. But she is not special and she does not know why the fireflies have chosen her except that maybe they harbor some certain fondness for the alone things.
Still, Elodie smiles. There is a tremble in this new skin, a tremor in the muscle, it is a strange thing to emerge from the ashes something fully formed. “I’m not much of a dancer,” she admits, the smile turning sheepish as she rolls her shoulders in a kind of shrug and glances up at the flurry of their activity, “I think they chose the wrong partner.”
There is no self-loathing in her tone, though, only a kind of plain observation. Elliana. Elli. She likes the sound of it and her smile softens around something more sincere again as she shifts her focus back to the mare’s face. “My name is Elodie,” she offers and then frowns, “or at least, I think it is. Something strange has happened.” The frown remains but she offers no explanation.
I’ll let my hunger take me there
@[Elliana]