Jessica Stephenson
Apprentice
Elinor is shuffling through a stack of maps, trying to find one of the southern part of the country. She's clearly uncomfortable with the extra layers of clothing she's wearing, and she constantly shifts her travelling cloak, twitching it out of her way as she peers carefully at each map. She wouldn't get lost this time, not with Myrdin and Adraxis coming. Not this time.
She realizes her hands are trembling. She puts the stack down, leaning heavily on the table. There was nothing to be frightened of. Whatever it was that destroyed Brighton... it had likely moved on. No sense for it to stay if everything was... well, gone.
... but that's not what I'm frightened of, is it?
She closes her eyes and tries to picture Jacob's face. Her stern, serious, older brother, with his wispy chin beard and curly dark hair, hunched over some boring old document. It was getting more difficult by the day. More than anything, she was frightened of forgetting him, the same way she forgot their parents' faces as a child. She puts her elbows down and presses her palms into her eyes. I'll remember him. No matter what. She tries to remember that half-amused, half-annoyed look he had given her when she told him about her vision. That helps a bit, though it does summon the smell of burning trees, the choking ash...
She takes her hands from her eyes. The southern map is right in front of her, on top of the stack. A smile touches her lips as she begins to copy the map into her journal. I'm coming home, Jacob.
She realizes her hands are trembling. She puts the stack down, leaning heavily on the table. There was nothing to be frightened of. Whatever it was that destroyed Brighton... it had likely moved on. No sense for it to stay if everything was... well, gone.
... but that's not what I'm frightened of, is it?
She closes her eyes and tries to picture Jacob's face. Her stern, serious, older brother, with his wispy chin beard and curly dark hair, hunched over some boring old document. It was getting more difficult by the day. More than anything, she was frightened of forgetting him, the same way she forgot their parents' faces as a child. She puts her elbows down and presses her palms into her eyes. I'll remember him. No matter what. She tries to remember that half-amused, half-annoyed look he had given her when she told him about her vision. That helps a bit, though it does summon the smell of burning trees, the choking ash...
She takes her hands from her eyes. The southern map is right in front of her, on top of the stack. A smile touches her lips as she begins to copy the map into her journal. I'm coming home, Jacob.
