Caelia Elias (traumatizedair) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-04-25 23:52:00 |
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Umbrella or not, Caelia was still getting soaked in the rain. Celeste was hovering near by, struggling to keep up with her elemental as she was pelted with rain. As she walked, she found that several places were without power, but that didn't deter her any. She had never minded the rain and the only reason she carried an umbrella with her today was to help keep her dress from completely being drenched by the time she arrived at her family's home. In the past while, she had seen Aurora and Aetheria each separately and had talked to them and tried to build up her relationship with them. The twins were sweet and while they may not have understood her reasons for staying away, their love for her overshadowed any doubts they may have had. Seeing them, speaking to them made her realize she had not spent that much time with Cheila.
It was with Cheila, the one closest to her in age, that there was a definite rift that she could feel rising between them. She wasn't sure where it came from completely, but she was sure it was because of her ultimate decision to not move in with the rest of the family. She needed to explain herself, or at least enough of what had happened to her that would help her sister understand. Caelia didn't want to, not really. What she wanted was to visit with her sister and be able to sit with her like they used to, before they were stolen away. Perhaps that was the other side of their rift; she wondered if Cheila held it against her that she was not there to protect them. She certainly held it against herself.
When she arrived at the Elias home, rain water was railing down her legs. Thankfully, only the hem of her dress was dark with water. 'Thank goodness. Let us dry off and stay warm, please.' Caelia hadn't thought about that. The days were getting cooler, but she struggled when it came to finding clothes that were not restrictive. Nothing could be too tight around her wrists or ankles or she would be in a world of discomfort. She rapped her knuckles against the door and waited to be let in. She prayed that it was one of her sisters, or even Dashiell, who opened the door. Visits with her mother were even more tense than her visits with Cheila, but that was for an entirely different reason. Or so she thought.