11-11-2018, 10:59 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"]Cleo had always envied the ones that could fly. To have wings must be so freeing, the azure skies forever a friendly place for those who could no longer frequent the ground. Her body had been broken by that godforsaken snake, uninhibited movement a mere dream of time's past. What she would do to be given an opportunity to unfurl feathered wings and jet into the sky. Nobody would stop her. Nobody could stop her. She'd be free, free, free, free. And she needed that- needed freedom like she needed oxygen. Because she could hardly walk let alone hear and things were getting more difficult by the day. But she was small and insignificant and utterly wingless and a part of her knew - knew and was terrified - that that was all she would ever be.
She was a stupid little girl for gazing upon this stranger's wings with thinly-veiled longing. And so she brought her haunted, red gaze down, fixating it upon the earth. Her constant. Her only constant. Oh, how she loathed it in that brief moment; oh, how she wished that her life was different. But those thoughts (as vague and incomplete as they were) were hardly fitting for this situation. He was a visitor from some place that she couldn't really figure out and she had to be pleasant. Nice. Friendly. But she was none of those things - had never been any of those things - and felt panic blossom in her chest as she paused at Elijah's side. She hadn't heard his name nor had she heard Eli's introduction. So wrapped up in her own head, she hadn't been focusing on their words or getting close enough for them to be heard. At least her hearing hadn't gotten any worse though- she was silently anticipating the day that she stirred to discover that she had been plunged in a realm of silence all together.
"Are you joining?" She'd inquire quietly, the wavering sound of her voice paired with the hesitant look she stole at his face. Why else would he be at their border then? He didn't particularly strike her as the type to want to cause issues but then again, she had so fervently believed that Eshe had possessed good intentions as well. Looks, she decided in that moment, trying to grasp the thought and let it form, complete and whole, can be deceiving. "I'm Cleo Roux." She had long since dropped her other surname- Aphra, for all she cared, was dead to her.
She was a stupid little girl for gazing upon this stranger's wings with thinly-veiled longing. And so she brought her haunted, red gaze down, fixating it upon the earth. Her constant. Her only constant. Oh, how she loathed it in that brief moment; oh, how she wished that her life was different. But those thoughts (as vague and incomplete as they were) were hardly fitting for this situation. He was a visitor from some place that she couldn't really figure out and she had to be pleasant. Nice. Friendly. But she was none of those things - had never been any of those things - and felt panic blossom in her chest as she paused at Elijah's side. She hadn't heard his name nor had she heard Eli's introduction. So wrapped up in her own head, she hadn't been focusing on their words or getting close enough for them to be heard. At least her hearing hadn't gotten any worse though- she was silently anticipating the day that she stirred to discover that she had been plunged in a realm of silence all together.
"Are you joining?" She'd inquire quietly, the wavering sound of her voice paired with the hesitant look she stole at his face. Why else would he be at their border then? He didn't particularly strike her as the type to want to cause issues but then again, she had so fervently believed that Eshe had possessed good intentions as well. Looks, she decided in that moment, trying to grasp the thought and let it form, complete and whole, can be deceiving. "I'm Cleo Roux." She had long since dropped her other surname- Aphra, for all she cared, was dead to her.