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Cheila Elias (importedair) wrote in light_of_may,

With her palms, nose and forehead pressed against the glass Cheila watched out of the window of the living room, marveling at the storm and praying. She always slept better on the nights during and before storms – something that, for her, was certainly something to be thankful for. And she would have gone to the alter to pray instead and made sure that all the proper respects had been paid, except that by the window was where she had thought of it and between there and the alter she knew she may forget. The weather made it less likely than usual, but still. Oh! But she had other things to be thankful for today. The twins were coming! Which was always wonderful on its own because she rarely got to see the both of them together, but after the conversation she had had with Aurora Cheila was hoping – and praying so very, very hard – that they could just stay. If not forever then at least for longer than usual. Aurora wanted it, needed it and their mother wanted it so much, and–

'She is here,' Lala provided without really giving her elemental a chance to answer. She could hear what was going on inside that head – it had nothing to do with whether or not she was being called. 'Your mother is calling you, daydreamer. She needs your help with something.'

“Oh!” Pulling away from the window, Cheila paid no mind to the fleeting thought that the chilled glass may have reddened her nose and forehead, and immediately turned her attention to finding Diana. Several rooms and flushed cheeks later (she had hoped she could find her faster than that), Cheila flew into the kitchen with her familiar chirping in her wake. “I'm here! Sorry, I – What did you need help with?” Did she look respectable? Mother or not, Diana was still High Priestess and one was supposed to look respectable around her. 'Daydreamer.'