WHO: Ellie and Faelan WHAT: She goes to find him since she's missed him WHERE: Faelan's trailer WHEN: Before carnival hours RATING: Low STATUS: Incomplete
Humans would often say that idle hands lead to the devil's work. Ellie didn't believe in those sorts of things. Her kind had no devil. And she was more than certain that her hands being idle wouldn't lead to anything at all malicious. It did, how ever, give her more than enough time to just sit and think. Amongst her collection of shiny things -- pieces of jewelry, bits of metal knick knacks and other things -- she sat with her chin resting in her hands. It was the last day of their time off and the New Year's show would be the next day. Exciting, certainly. But even that wasn't the whole of what she was thinking about right then.
As she thought, her mind kept going back to Faelan. Since he'd come back, she hadn't really seen too much of him. Ellie figured that he'd need his space, and so she didn't push it. But she still worried about him. Anyone could tell that he wasn't the same as he'd been before. What with the talking in riddles and cryptic language. Something had been done to him, though she couldn't imagine just what that was. It made more than enough sense that a deep sense of worry had taken root in her. And sometimes? It seemed all-encompassing. Maybe she was more like Tinkerbell than she'd thought...maybe she was naturally so small that she only had room for one feeling at a time.
Ellie ran her hands through her hair and gave a sigh before getting up. For now, her shinies went forgotten on the tabletop as she left the trailer. The cold was brisk, but she ignored it. She simply walked, her path more than pre-determined. She knew the way so well that she didn't even have to think. And when she came to Faelan's trailer, she raised her hand to knock on the door. Hopefully he was there...hopefully passing the time with him could push the worry back, if only a little bit.