07-18-2018, 03:42 PM
but since it falls into my lot
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Some could not seem to reconcile Eliora's beliefs. After her husband's death and her daughter's disappearance, she had spent every single spare moment at a church, praying that God would return her child to her. After centuries, she went through the same exact practice. She would then visit their graves just outside it and place flowers. She never realized that her own powers were preserving the only thing that gave her sanity, carefully strengthening and fixing any blemishes in both the stone church or the grave stones. It was for that reason that centuries passed with Eliora barely realizing it. She had been so lost in her pain, she couldn't see past it. She had heard stories of the mind trying to protect individuals from pain they had suffered but she supposed she hadn't really believed it until it happened to her. Her mind made a lie that Alexander was indeed dead, but that he had died in whatever the most recent war was. It told her that her precious Ivy had been taken by invaders. None of it was even true. She had lost Ivy before she was even born, she'd never held that little girl in her arms. Alexander died centuries ago because he was only a human, susceptible to the weapons that his kind made for combat.
After she realized the flaws in her memory, she had been upset with herself for not realizing sooner. She had kept her head buried for so long that by the time she looked up, her own kind and the humans alike were deep in their suffering. That had been when she took a vow to do all she could to help the people, any type of people, that happened to be near her from those that wished to harm them. She would bring justice to those who had lost families as she had. She would do whatever it took to be sure that everyone she came into contact with felt safe and as though any wrongs they had could be made right. Her revolution was a quiet one, one of whispering tones and soft words. One where one day captives would wake up with their captors mysteriously gone and a new tree outside that seemed a little out of place. A tree that, many years later, a child may insist that they see a little knob that looks a bit like a nose. Slowly, Eliora helped the people around her, no matter the cost. It had been of great personal cost to her, after all. Not only to how much sleep she could get at night but also in her relationships. In Morgan Heights, she was perfectly fine but the connection she once had to her own people, to her family, was completely severed. That had always been a consequence of residing with humans, though, and the loneliness was nothing new.
Today she had sat in church, praying that her family was safe despite all the world had gone through. She knew they would be able to feel its pain in their bones, as she did, if they were even still alive. There was no way to find them now, though, especially not now that she was placed in charge of the safety of Morgan Heights. She could not abandon the place that had given her so much. Not now. It was far too late for that. She could remember when she'd finally come out of her depression and they tried to beg her to come home. They told her that now she was of sound mind, she should come back to be with them, that being with beings of such short lifespans took a toll on her. But she refused. She didn't feel as though it'd be right to leave Morgan Heights are all it'd done for her. While some days she wished she had gone home, she felt she had made the right decision. She was meant to be here, where she could do the most good. With a life as long as her's, it only made sense to try to do as much good as possible.
Once she had completed her prayers, she stood with a sigh and went out into the city, walking into the small library she'd taken a liking into looking after. It was obviously a much smaller job than overseeing the entire town but it was relaxing and it gave her something to distract herself from official work. She flipped the sign so that it'd read 'open' and unlocked the door, entering. She then went about setting out various craft supplies before taking a nearby chalkboard and writing that there were free crafts to do inside, including card making, finger weaving, and various stencils for drawing. She set the sign outside the door so anyone would be able to see it before calling, "We're open for the day if anyone would like to come in! We also have a variety of free crafts for all ages." She then stepped inside and sat at the table herself, looking through the different stencils and trying to decide what to draw. A floral pattern might be nice.
After she realized the flaws in her memory, she had been upset with herself for not realizing sooner. She had kept her head buried for so long that by the time she looked up, her own kind and the humans alike were deep in their suffering. That had been when she took a vow to do all she could to help the people, any type of people, that happened to be near her from those that wished to harm them. She would bring justice to those who had lost families as she had. She would do whatever it took to be sure that everyone she came into contact with felt safe and as though any wrongs they had could be made right. Her revolution was a quiet one, one of whispering tones and soft words. One where one day captives would wake up with their captors mysteriously gone and a new tree outside that seemed a little out of place. A tree that, many years later, a child may insist that they see a little knob that looks a bit like a nose. Slowly, Eliora helped the people around her, no matter the cost. It had been of great personal cost to her, after all. Not only to how much sleep she could get at night but also in her relationships. In Morgan Heights, she was perfectly fine but the connection she once had to her own people, to her family, was completely severed. That had always been a consequence of residing with humans, though, and the loneliness was nothing new.
Today she had sat in church, praying that her family was safe despite all the world had gone through. She knew they would be able to feel its pain in their bones, as she did, if they were even still alive. There was no way to find them now, though, especially not now that she was placed in charge of the safety of Morgan Heights. She could not abandon the place that had given her so much. Not now. It was far too late for that. She could remember when she'd finally come out of her depression and they tried to beg her to come home. They told her that now she was of sound mind, she should come back to be with them, that being with beings of such short lifespans took a toll on her. But she refused. She didn't feel as though it'd be right to leave Morgan Heights are all it'd done for her. While some days she wished she had gone home, she felt she had made the right decision. She was meant to be here, where she could do the most good. With a life as long as her's, it only made sense to try to do as much good as possible.
Once she had completed her prayers, she stood with a sigh and went out into the city, walking into the small library she'd taken a liking into looking after. It was obviously a much smaller job than overseeing the entire town but it was relaxing and it gave her something to distract herself from official work. She flipped the sign so that it'd read 'open' and unlocked the door, entering. She then went about setting out various craft supplies before taking a nearby chalkboard and writing that there were free crafts to do inside, including card making, finger weaving, and various stencils for drawing. She set the sign outside the door so anyone would be able to see it before calling, "We're open for the day if anyone would like to come in! We also have a variety of free crafts for all ages." She then stepped inside and sat at the table herself, looking through the different stencils and trying to decide what to draw. A floral pattern might be nice.
that i should rise and that you should not
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love seeing you two together again
you always were my — favorites
( ♛ ) - ————————————————— -「 she/her & 1/8 of suts & clarence aston 」
( ♛ ) - ————————————————— -「 she/her & 1/8 of suts & clarence aston 」