07-26-2016, 11:57 AM
Elaria wanted to go home, to return to what she knew. The Dale has housed them and embraced them during those spring days following their births. Why they left for elsewhere, they’re not sure, but it’s Elaria that wants to pick up where she left off. The undead girl wanted to be among family and in the rolling hills where she could at least try leading a life of normalcy.
Estela, on the other hand, wants more than a stationary life in the Dale. She wants – needs – a greater purpose. There has to be a reason that she was born with these claws. While she likely could never be as malicious as her grandfather in the stories Estela at least has come to the conclusion that she is destined for something. She doesn’t know where to begin, or even where to go. Youthful ignorance still entwines itself in her ambitious dreams, but she doesn’t allow anyone to know or see how uncertain she truly is.
The only hints of her lineage are the talons kneading into the soil when she walks, the porcelain points linked to her mahogany coat, and the gold-flecked eyes that peer curiously from behind her forelock. She could’ve been so perfect, such a beautiful cross of her parents, but her claws are a blemish. They are what make her unique and hopeful that she has a destiny ahead. They tainted her mind; they darkened her perception.
It’s her talons and the stories of grandfather that define her.
Estela, on the other hand, wants more than a stationary life in the Dale. She wants – needs – a greater purpose. There has to be a reason that she was born with these claws. While she likely could never be as malicious as her grandfather in the stories Estela at least has come to the conclusion that she is destined for something. She doesn’t know where to begin, or even where to go. Youthful ignorance still entwines itself in her ambitious dreams, but she doesn’t allow anyone to know or see how uncertain she truly is.
The only hints of her lineage are the talons kneading into the soil when she walks, the porcelain points linked to her mahogany coat, and the gold-flecked eyes that peer curiously from behind her forelock. She could’ve been so perfect, such a beautiful cross of her parents, but her claws are a blemish. They are what make her unique and hopeful that she has a destiny ahead. They tainted her mind; they darkened her perception.
It’s her talons and the stories of grandfather that define her.
Estela
lies are dripping off your face