With shortness of breath // open+intro // you explained the infinite

[vellichor]

THE MOON'S WATCHING OVER— Eliora didn't expect to see anyone here. Well, perhaps feel the presence of God, but that hardly counted. Sometimes she wasn't sure if He heard her anymore. Sometimes she thought that he must ignore some of her cries and incessant prayer. She supposed it would get annoying after awhile. There were times when she sat alone in that great house of her's and just sobbed for hours at a time. She would check the windows to see if Ivy or Alexander had returned but they were never there. Never. She prayed for them but they never came. Sometimes she wondered if she would only meet them again in the afterlife, after she'd lived a quiet and somber life. This was never what she wanted for herself. There had been a time when she threw herself at every opportunity for adventure. She chased every bright color and glimmer of light, but those days had long since passed.

Then she heard his voice. She gave him a light smile, one of confusion and interest. She didn't think anyone had ever bothered to speak to her when she was here. She glanced to the others around them before nodding and speaking in a soft tone, "Of course." With that, she made her way to the doors, staying quiet until they exited. Now, she let a full smile come to her lips as she looked to the much taller man. "Have we met? You seem familiar but I'm afraid I have no idea why," she admitted before letting out a soft laugh and adding, "Every since my- well, ever since... everything that's happened, I'm afraid I haven't been out much, other than to the church and cemetery but I'm afraid you don't meet many conversationalists in those places, generally speaking. I don't think I'd recognize the King himself if he were to come up and shake my hand. Or Queen, I suppose. I don't even know. That's awful, isn't it? I must sound terrible."

She hadn't talked to anyone in so long and this was so nice, but she knew she was rambling. Or was she? She hadn't actually had a conversation this long in quite some time. Usually it was just simple greetings or asking the price of something or asking how someone's day had been. Nothing this kind or personal in quite some time. It was nice but she felt a bit... overwhelmed by it. There was so much to say but how did she balance the time between them? Surely the nice man had things he wanted to say too. Maybe she ought to apologize. She wrung her hands a bit, looking away briefly before her eyes widened and she spoke quickly, "Oh, I am so, so sorry! I didn't even introduce myself! My name's Eliora Liro, it's lovely to meet you." Any thought of apologizing for her former rambling left her and instead she just decided to quiet herself. It would just be better to move on with the conversation than apologize for a topic that she'd moved on from. At least that's what she thought.        —YOU AND YOUR DREAMS

"SPEECH"

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