if the journey of a thousand miles starts when you take the first step
Safrin. Beautiful, smart, powerful. All the things Eloise longed to be, or had once, anyways.
Now she hadn't a clue what she wanted. Life was about staying out from beneath Jack's feet, keeping her thoughts curtailed around him, and trying to navigate this world and her placelessness in it.
Having brought a few pearls—some perfectly round, others darkly coloured—Eloise knelt by the shrine. Lighting the candles on the altar, the illusionist leaned back on the balls of her feet and lowered her gaze. 'We didn't have gods where I'm from, so forgive my ignorance or rudeness, beautiful Lady." She said in a solemn voice. "I know I am abandoned in these lands, but abandoned or not, I can recognize greatness and beauty just the same."
Now she hadn't a clue what she wanted. Life was about staying out from beneath Jack's feet, keeping her thoughts curtailed around him, and trying to navigate this world and her placelessness in it.
Having brought a few pearls—some perfectly round, others darkly coloured—Eloise knelt by the shrine. Lighting the candles on the altar, the illusionist leaned back on the balls of her feet and lowered her gaze. 'We didn't have gods where I'm from, so forgive my ignorance or rudeness, beautiful Lady." She said in a solemn voice. "I know I am abandoned in these lands, but abandoned or not, I can recognize greatness and beauty just the same."
i'll travel for a little while, & i won't be coming back
