A month had passed. Within that time, many things had happened. There was another court party that Luella had gone to and regretted as she had made a fool of herself. Meeting another swordsman who bested her with ease. Baking a cake and getting higher than Lessat at it’s peak. Beginning the search of the singular lead she had on her family and their horrific murder. Getting stronger. Sword skills improving, confidence growing. She still scowled more than she should. Was still very irritable despite one’s best intentions, and was nowhere near to actually being a better person emotionally and mentally. But hey, at least her abdomen was tight and the rest of her body was honed in a way that felt different. She felt more nimble, had a greater sense of agility, and didn’t feel a loss of strength. Her balance had improved even. The month had been eventful, positive even for the most part.
But the month started from when she left Elle’s house. The sassy witch hadn’t quite bewitched Luella, rather, it was really the other way around. Whether it was Luella who had cruelly taken advantage of the situation and Elle herself or just a misunderstanding, Luella waved it all off as if it were just some pseudo-semantic questions. What happened, happened, that was it.
Yet, Luella would admit, if only inwardly and to herself, that Elle coming to mind while she laid awake at night did represent something. More desire? Luella couldn’t discern her cardinal tendencies from longing. And besides, Luella Balsinde didn’t pine for anyone. She had chosen her fate the moment she sought revenge. She knew the end before any dynamic began.
And so, off she was trudging through the falwood with a wicker basket looped onto her forearm, covered by a simple white cloth. Inside were sweets, that she had baked, a glazed lemon cookie, fig cookies that had taken two days to make, sweet bread, and baked nuts that were covered in sugar and cinnamon. But she didn’t bring only food, no, Luella was a woman and thus knew how to leave a more permanent mark: inside the basket were two crystal glasses, a floral design etched into them. They were quite girly, and Luella felt a bit nervous in even having Elle see them. What if she didn’t like them? Perhaps she should have picked out ones that had frogs and broomsticks and an arched cat instead?
Despite not seeing Elle since, or even deciding to enter the mortal realm since her time with a sellsword and a giant Templar, Luella could find Elle’s home easily. The webs of the spiders made her think that perhaps crystal glasses covered in webs and arachnids would have been better. She stopped her trek, looking around. For some reason the pale white hair on the back of her neck had stood up, but only briefly. Was it because it was another full moon? Luelle looked over, but her lavender gaze was covered by the trees branches overhead, hiding the setting sun from her. The short duanann moved on, getting closer and closer to the Witch Selena’s home.
But the month started from when she left Elle’s house. The sassy witch hadn’t quite bewitched Luella, rather, it was really the other way around. Whether it was Luella who had cruelly taken advantage of the situation and Elle herself or just a misunderstanding, Luella waved it all off as if it were just some pseudo-semantic questions. What happened, happened, that was it.
Yet, Luella would admit, if only inwardly and to herself, that Elle coming to mind while she laid awake at night did represent something. More desire? Luella couldn’t discern her cardinal tendencies from longing. And besides, Luella Balsinde didn’t pine for anyone. She had chosen her fate the moment she sought revenge. She knew the end before any dynamic began.
And so, off she was trudging through the falwood with a wicker basket looped onto her forearm, covered by a simple white cloth. Inside were sweets, that she had baked, a glazed lemon cookie, fig cookies that had taken two days to make, sweet bread, and baked nuts that were covered in sugar and cinnamon. But she didn’t bring only food, no, Luella was a woman and thus knew how to leave a more permanent mark: inside the basket were two crystal glasses, a floral design etched into them. They were quite girly, and Luella felt a bit nervous in even having Elle see them. What if she didn’t like them? Perhaps she should have picked out ones that had frogs and broomsticks and an arched cat instead?
Despite not seeing Elle since, or even deciding to enter the mortal realm since her time with a sellsword and a giant Templar, Luella could find Elle’s home easily. The webs of the spiders made her think that perhaps crystal glasses covered in webs and arachnids would have been better. She stopped her trek, looking around. For some reason the pale white hair on the back of her neck had stood up, but only briefly. Was it because it was another full moon? Luelle looked over, but her lavender gaze was covered by the trees branches overhead, hiding the setting sun from her. The short duanann moved on, getting closer and closer to the Witch Selena’s home.
