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08.Feb.13, 04:05 PM
Ellaira let Jada talk, listening to her voice and remembering dragons and people long gone. Home... her home was ash, and dust, and between. People always said glib things about home - 'home is where the heart is', or 'you make your own home'. Lovely, empty words. Everyone she had known, everyone she had loved, were dead these ten turns. Such devastation could not be recovered from quickly, or ever at all. She loved her children, oh yes - she loved them, and her work. And she had a house, and she thought of it as home. But Katila could never make her heart soar.
"Sounds good to me," Ellaira said, jerking free from melancholy. It was a habit, a terrible habit, to dwell on the past. But how could she not? There was too much locked in the past for her not to. The woman flashed Jada a smile and pushed herself up off the rock, rolling onto her hip before standing up, shaking her hair out. "I'm a bit peckish, though this is barely a hint of chill," she said with a grin. "Telgar is north! Some winters you needed snowshoes to get around outside." Ellaira leapt lightly to another section of the rock, and started walking to shore to pick up her clothing.
"What's it like, having a dragon?" she asked suddenly, looking up at the young goldrider as she shook out her shirt. "I just... it seems an impossible dream, these days."
"Sounds good to me," Ellaira said, jerking free from melancholy. It was a habit, a terrible habit, to dwell on the past. But how could she not? There was too much locked in the past for her not to. The woman flashed Jada a smile and pushed herself up off the rock, rolling onto her hip before standing up, shaking her hair out. "I'm a bit peckish, though this is barely a hint of chill," she said with a grin. "Telgar is north! Some winters you needed snowshoes to get around outside." Ellaira leapt lightly to another section of the rock, and started walking to shore to pick up her clothing.
"What's it like, having a dragon?" she asked suddenly, looking up at the young goldrider as she shook out her shirt. "I just... it seems an impossible dream, these days."
