Romans 8:18-19

Ely had not seen the raid queen in a while. And she’d only met her once. Her mind drifted to the woman draped in the colors of the dancing sky lights. She wondered how she was, an odd thought process for the saxe girl. For typically only her own blood was on her mind. But now it was scalds lineage too…

She was lurking around when she heard the familiar voice in the air. Modesty. Crossing into the borders of the moor. She followed the call until she found herself nearing the familiar woman. As the last to arrive she placed herself beside the others and silently sat down.

Listening as modesty spoke of gods and how mortal bloodlines could be great. Elysia fought to scoff at the back of her throat as she listened. She was raised to believe those not of her blood were lesser than her. To hear modesty’s claims that mortal blooded lineages could do wonders was… contradictory to her own familial nature. But the monochromatic woman stayed listening, mostly out of respect for the woman before her.


"Ely & Ezekiel"