Cordelia
The work was repetitive. Quiet. Easy to focus on. Her mind became a blank slate. Following behind Talyson with her own brick and pail of mortar. A swipe, lay the brick, press it down tight, clean up the excess. Over and over and over again. Around and around and around they go. Cordelia doesn't pay any mind to Sah behind her or the other two before her. All that possesses her is the laying of the brick. The building of this tower.
To anyone else she's a diligent worker. To the other Attuned near by it's clear there is something going on. Even if they aren't Attuned, it's clear that she's struggling despite the way she's working.
Cordelia works on laying brick and mortar.
To anyone else she's a diligent worker. To the other Attuned near by it's clear there is something going on. Even if they aren't Attuned, it's clear that she's struggling despite the way she's working.
Cordelia works on laying brick and mortar.
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
