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❝I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care.❞
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Hours passed as she watched the man go over each grave, leaving tributes. She thought of how sweet he must be fore caring about those who are forgotten.
Not soon after, the rock she had been hiding behind became her place of slumber. As the moon rose to its highest, the
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Per dead hour, she'll find masked being drifting through sleepy cemetery, placing blackened roses pon' forgotten stones.
He can feel watchful eyes settled on him, but he pays them no mind.
The spirits here spin no stories, yet he wishes to offer them the same respect as any.
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A figure has been seen lurking around the old cemetery about a mile outside of Velaris.
Elain only noticed him one a solo trip to pick fresh berries from the wild. She had depleted her own garden, of course.
Tonight, she plans to watch him… Curiously.
Yes, and maybe they can go to her new apartment? Elain felt out of place in the townhouse. She got herself a little space of her own. At the moment, only Az knows its location.
She hasn’t exactly been there herself yet.
She hasn’t talked about it since the night it happened. She isn’t sure if she is capable of talking about it without triggering a panic attack.
But she wants to. Needs to.
A relief really.
Will she share further about her experience? They're both, admittedly, far more curious than they thought they'd be. Usually neither are privy to prying.
No, it’s not rude. It’s fine, actually.
Resurrection is hardly the word. She never really ‘died’. She was.. Changed. Made into… Something else, something more.
Spend another?
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Is she also resurrected?
' Sae. You can't just ask a lady that. '
Oh. Uh. Forgive him if that was rude, it was an odd turn of phrase.
Well, no. That’s actually not something she would call fun.
She likes gardening, picnics, walking through town. She’s had enough crazy adventures for one lifetime, she doesn’t want to spend another doing the same thing over again.
They need to know more about what she's into. For them, lighting a belfry ablaze & watching as ashes turn day into a winter's night is fun. But.. She doesn't strike either as the type.