The Thought that Counts

Elysia needed to hone her other skill set. She had focused on her fighting and it was through that she’d gotten a proper rank in her cousin’s empire. But to stay sharp, and needed, it would take more than that. Of that she was aware. So maybe that was why she was wandering about, looking for knowledge from the minds of others. When a stranger's call rang out. A similar one to that of Modesty’s when she’d called for students to listen to her ideals.

So she decided to follow the call. To see who was looking to teach others and who might also show up to this… class. She was one of the last to arrive. But not last enough to miss the white male introducing himself. Setekh. She knew that name. She was raised to know that name. For this was her mother’s former lover, her ghost. That father of her older siblings and of Absinth.

She quickly introduced herself as well before taking a seat near enough that she could participate in the lesson and study the white male. With her ears pointed at the woman she let her eyes flicker between the two individuals who had her attention. Her mind temporarily pulled from her own personal objective as talyssa spoke about trust and regret.

Regret was a rare thing in her life. But trust. That she had. She trusted her family, trusted them to protect her, and trusted them to use her to advance in power. But regret. Not as common. She did not even regret the kidnapping of that alphas' son. The ones who’s names she couldn’t remember.

Flickering her eyes towards the buffalo. She listened to her words. Was it intuition or had they heard her summons and smelled a predators scent. No one could truly know that answer to that.


"Ely & Ezekiel"