Mozart with no piano

Ellara's body trembled with each sob, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her like the heavy vines that suffocated the very trees around her. She had come to the Grapevine Cathedral seeking solitude, a place to let her grief flow freely without judgment. But now, in the depths of her sorrow, she felt a warm, comforting presence close by.

The gentle, soothing sounds from Bowen reached her ears, but Ellara was slow to register them. When Bowen's embrace enveloped her, Ellara stiffened at first, not accustomed to such immediate and tender contact. But the soft, whispering words of reassurance began to melt the ice around her heart.

For a moment, she remained rigid, her mind a whirlwind of pain and confusion; the memories of her lost love, the emptiness that gnawed at her sol, clashed with the unexpected kindness now offered to her. Bowe's touch was a lifeline, pulling her from the abyss of her despair.

Her sobs quieted, though her body still shuddered with the remnants of her anguish. She buried her face in Bowen's fur, her tears wetting her caramel and cream coat. "I-- I'm sorry. I-- I don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice broken and barely audible. The vulnerability in her words was raw, exposing the depth of what she felt. "It... hurts so much.. I don't know how to make it stop."

She then clung to Bowen, her need to not be alone flaring as she sought solace in her presence. She feared being alone truly, feared the emptiness that would once again return after this brief comfort was gone. She held herself together to be so strong and bright for others.. but here.. when she was alone.. this was when her reality would surface. She trembled again against Bowen's fur, holding on to her as if to beg her not to leave her in this moment; Bowen's kindness was the only thing keeping Ellara from drowning.