want to stay home, be left alone Who: Cheila & Linnea Where: Elias home --> Niemi home When: Afternoon
Cheila hadn’t really thought about the eventual result of hiding her air elemental self away in one room as much as physically possible. Even with her window open, it was beginning to feel distinctly claustrophobic and the isolation was leaving her terribly lonely. As much as she did think of Lala as a person - her family, even - she was not a blood relation. She had also been spending a lot of the time around the rest of the house, just to assure Cheila that Barnabas was nowhere near her to listen to her thoughts. Thoughts that had not become at all less discomforting. That child... Sitting cross-legged on the floor on the room with nail varnish (and, actually, a little make-up) that she had borrowed from the twins, the elemental had the sleeves of her hoodie wrapped over her nose to try and minimise her exposure to that smell. Things like nail varnish and make-up half belonged in a time that she didn’t want to go back to, but having shiny nails did make her feel better in a very silly way that made no difference to anything but how she looked. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to use them again...
‘If you are feeling better, maybe you should try leaving that room.’
The waxwing caught the corner of her eye, stretching her wings on the windowsill. “I don’t want to worry everyone else,” Cheila murmured, rummaging through newer belongings for a change and bringing out cuff bracelets. She wasn’t sure where this dress had come from or if she like the sparkly bit, but a dress was a dress, so...
‘Cheila, they will definitely worry if you only ever seem to emerge for food.’ Recognising there was a possibility she was being ignored, Lala hopped from one foot to the other. ‘You don’t have to wander around the house,’ she pointed out. ‘You could try leaving it.’
A familiar poking in the back of her head eventually nudged her out of the front door after speedily returning the nail varnish and make-up to the twins’ room. It was quite similar to the effect her mother’s stare had when she had come across something she honestly did not approve of. The only problem was that once she was outside the front door and walking, she wasn’t fully sure where she was actually going. At least, not until she had given herself enough time inside her own head and finally stopped to look around. She knew where she was. Or she thought she did. Vaguely. If she walked further over that way... she could be on ‘private property’ and that property belonged to Linnea.
‘Yes; I see the house.’
Worrying her lip, Cheila followed a combination of her memory and Lala’s directions almost on her tip-toes before she found the front door. That in and of itself was an obstacle. For starters, she was not entirely sure what she was doing there besides the nagging of her dream. Didn’t the water elemental need to know that her daughter, who was most certainly demonic-blooded, dreamed of killing her unborn child? Had not even been the slightest bit sorry for what she did. Didn’t she? It was without thinking that her fingertips found the button for the doorbell, a sound that almost startled her. Maybe she should not have done that. Maybe she should not have been there at all.