06-04-2020, 10:32 PM
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It was rare to find her separated from her sister, though she was sure that Eadaz was not far. She never was. But she knew that Ead wouldn’t have left her side if there were any indication of danger. Ead had very good instincts about danger. Elain couldn’t always understand how Ead knew the things that she knew, but she trusted her sister implicitly. It was one of Ead’s many gifts.
Elain often wished for magic. Her sister had been touched by magic. It had been evident from the very moment that they were born. But Elain?
Elain was perfectly plain.
She had no gifts, to speak of.
She was never jealous of her sister’s gifts, because she knew that Ead’s gifts almost always came with a cost. Ead often spurned her magic or struggled to control the gifts that had been imposed upon her. But it never stopped Elain from dreaming…
The spotted girl lay curled amongst the flowers, waiting for sleep to claim her and her sister to return. She released a soft sigh, inhaling the damp scent of earth before snuggling closer to the dainty blooms. But it is then that the ground trembles every so slightly - just enough to stir her back to wakefulness. Her dark ears tip forward as she struggles to make out the source of the sound.
But all she hears is the rustling of the wind in the trees. The wind is warm and her eyes flutter shut as the breeze swirls around her. There is a tickle of dust in the wind - she can feel it settling on her coat, her lashes, and filling her nostrils. She lets out a small sneeze as the wind again quiets - leaving only the familiar sounds of night. But the sensation is comforting and lulls the child to sleep.
And she will wake in the morning to find herself touched by magic.
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Elain is claiming Cloven Hooves!
It was rare to find her separated from her sister, though she was sure that Eadaz was not far. She never was. But she knew that Ead wouldn’t have left her side if there were any indication of danger. Ead had very good instincts about danger. Elain couldn’t always understand how Ead knew the things that she knew, but she trusted her sister implicitly. It was one of Ead’s many gifts.
Elain often wished for magic. Her sister had been touched by magic. It had been evident from the very moment that they were born. But Elain?
Elain was perfectly plain.
She had no gifts, to speak of.
She was never jealous of her sister’s gifts, because she knew that Ead’s gifts almost always came with a cost. Ead often spurned her magic or struggled to control the gifts that had been imposed upon her. But it never stopped Elain from dreaming…
The spotted girl lay curled amongst the flowers, waiting for sleep to claim her and her sister to return. She released a soft sigh, inhaling the damp scent of earth before snuggling closer to the dainty blooms. But it is then that the ground trembles every so slightly - just enough to stir her back to wakefulness. Her dark ears tip forward as she struggles to make out the source of the sound.
But all she hears is the rustling of the wind in the trees. The wind is warm and her eyes flutter shut as the breeze swirls around her. There is a tickle of dust in the wind - she can feel it settling on her coat, her lashes, and filling her nostrils. She lets out a small sneeze as the wind again quiets - leaving only the familiar sounds of night. But the sensation is comforting and lulls the child to sleep.
And she will wake in the morning to find herself touched by magic.
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Elain is claiming Cloven Hooves!