The Lighthouse stood defiantly out of the evening mist, a draped sequin shawl, gold and glistening. Elijah leaned over on the balcony, the light rotating behind her in a dull hum that seemed to resonate with the boats below. Their fog horns resounded up the coast, blurry as they were distant, their lights flashing, signalling distantly to one another. Elijah rose her hand to her left cheek, her bruise probably a nice rosy purple by now.

 If she wasn't trying to save for scrolls, perhaps even a wand (she balked at the thought), she would have liked to buy make-up to cover it up and not get those estranged glances wherever she walked. They were at least kind, glancing her up and down for a ring. Oh, she's not married, they must have thought. Well at least she's not being abused. ... At least that was kind.

She glanced over at Izrail, his goat legs flung over the sides and his chin resting on the guard rail. "Sorry, Izzy." If he didn't have any fur, she wondered if he'd be as tough looking as she at this moment, or as beat-up. Izrail huffed, shaking out his long mane, and attempted a shrug, "Certainly not entirely your fault. I haven't seen you that made since before...," before they shared names, perhaps? Elijah thought so. Back when she hated how optimistic he was. Maybe that's why she joined Jester's Den. Truthfully, she felt a pull toward Leviathan, but she was unsure if that was terribly taboo to mention. At least they were more unrestricted in their pursuits for their idea of greater good... but... surely, that was to end poorly.

She recalled, at the Sun Cafe how as she was accepted into Jester's Den, how hopeful she felt, finally taking the first steps forward, Gallus's broken visage in her mind, how right outside the door there were ... kids, her age by number only, making fun of the guild, set on joining just about any other guild. And she'd seen so many bullies that she couldn't help herself. You fight first and you fight hard so you never have to fight again. ... But she never walked up and just punched someone before. ... She knew she would get her ass handed to her. But,--

"It was a matter of principle." Izrail lunched back off the rail and twisted to land on his feet. She really hated putting him in a sour mood, mostly because you could see it plain on his face. He looked up at her then, some glimmer of a smile returning to his long face "Gallus will be okay, y'know?" Elijah nodded, sighing. "Chin-up, Sunshine. You'll be okay. ... You wanna stay here a little longer?"

She nodded, "Yes." She faced the shore. "I'd like to watch the sunset," and with that, Izrail's form faded.