(at the time she had been resting, the battle with the overgrown tree and plants had taken a lot out of her. between that, a familiar word branded on her cheek, and everything else. some might call it concerning, the way that she had "patricide" on her face and the details of why she did. the mark was gone now, having been removed by a rather unusual circumstance of imprinting with another person. the two of them had promised they weren't going to discuss their brands, but cellinia did take time to appreciate the gift she was given.
what elysia would find is a photo: the image of her bedroom, the bouquet and feather that now rests in her bedroom. on her nightstand. it isn't easy being the sole person from back home here, but she didn't think too much about it with what few people who do care about her being so willing to do these things as a reminder that she isn't as alone as she believes.
that maybe next time, she might visit elysia or invite her out again, even if she might call it a date.)
Thank you, Elysia.
(nothing more was said, nothing more needed to be said. a simple "thank you" was her offering.)
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Date: 2025-09-01 07:38 pm (UTC)what elysia would find is a photo: the image of her bedroom, the bouquet and feather that now rests in her bedroom. on her nightstand. it isn't easy being the sole person from back home here, but she didn't think too much about it with what few people who do care about her being so willing to do these things as a reminder that she isn't as alone as she believes.
that maybe next time, she might visit elysia or invite her out again, even if she might call it a date.)
Thank you, Elysia.
(nothing more was said, nothing more needed to be said. a simple "thank you" was her offering.)