Post by Eleanor Afolayan on Jun 6, 2017 19:53:41 GMT
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baby i can see your halo
[attr="class","diag"]When the Sundial procession finally gathered to make its return to the city, Eleanor didn't join it. She was not headed to Sundial, but back to Eclipse Town, and either way she did not trust them enough to keep another incident from happening. Eleanor could not afford the risk. So she stayed behind, waited for the next train to take her sweet, excited daughter back to her papa, while she mulled over all the events leading up to this misty, heavy afternoon.
"Mommy, when's our train coming?"
The dark-haired woman looks down at Nina, whose tiny fingers are squeezing Eleanor's own in a fit of nerves. She runs her hand down Nina's shorter locks sweetly, soothingly. "Soon, babycakes," she reassures. "You're excited to get home and have some of that fried rice your daddy promised, aren't you? Well, I promise I'll let him know when we're close so it can be fresh out of the frying pan for you, my love. Don't worry." It doesn't seem to convince her entirely, but Nina's satisfied to know her dinner won't be cold, and that's enough for now.
To say the events at Gale Valley were an unexpected disaster was an understatement. Relations between Sundial and the aforementioned would surely suffer severely from it. The culprit was far from found, but all evidence pointed towards the mastermind being Sundial's very own rogue coven Silvertongue. Gale Valley no doubt regretted the decision to invite not only Silvertongue to their home, but possibly the entirety of Sundial's renowned covens. As for Salem's council, Eleanor could already imagine what a field trip the media would be having with them soon. A declaration of war, or a mere smokescreen? would probably be filling front pages the very next morning.
Chaos brewed a perfect time for Leviathan to strike, but worry also made its own nest in Eleanor's chest. Sundial wasn't safe. After what she saw happen to the mayor's wife, Gale Valley wasn't safe. Where could she run, when nowhere was safe? It was only a matter of time before the other cities got caught up in a similar mess.
Eleanor wanted her family as far away from danger as possible. At the same time, she knew her husband would want to return, to serve the city as the Knight he was always meant to be. Retirement had never suited him. A long talk with him awaited her back home.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"I need to go to the loo."
Oh. Eleanor takes her eyes away from the railroad ahead so set her gaze on Nina instead. We might miss the train, she considers briefly. But there's nothing she wouldn't do for her baby girl, which includes stopping a whole train if need be, and so she hurries her to the train station's restrooms. "Come on, then, let's get going."
By the time they're back, Eleanor could swear there's less people waiting at the hangar. Which is, naturally, quite a worrisome sight. She turns to the closest person her peripheral vision can spot and, pulling her daughter close behind, proceeds to ask, "Excuse me, do you know if the train headed to Eclipse Town already departed?"
"Mommy, when's our train coming?"
The dark-haired woman looks down at Nina, whose tiny fingers are squeezing Eleanor's own in a fit of nerves. She runs her hand down Nina's shorter locks sweetly, soothingly. "Soon, babycakes," she reassures. "You're excited to get home and have some of that fried rice your daddy promised, aren't you? Well, I promise I'll let him know when we're close so it can be fresh out of the frying pan for you, my love. Don't worry." It doesn't seem to convince her entirely, but Nina's satisfied to know her dinner won't be cold, and that's enough for now.
To say the events at Gale Valley were an unexpected disaster was an understatement. Relations between Sundial and the aforementioned would surely suffer severely from it. The culprit was far from found, but all evidence pointed towards the mastermind being Sundial's very own rogue coven Silvertongue. Gale Valley no doubt regretted the decision to invite not only Silvertongue to their home, but possibly the entirety of Sundial's renowned covens. As for Salem's council, Eleanor could already imagine what a field trip the media would be having with them soon. A declaration of war, or a mere smokescreen? would probably be filling front pages the very next morning.
Chaos brewed a perfect time for Leviathan to strike, but worry also made its own nest in Eleanor's chest. Sundial wasn't safe. After what she saw happen to the mayor's wife, Gale Valley wasn't safe. Where could she run, when nowhere was safe? It was only a matter of time before the other cities got caught up in a similar mess.
Eleanor wanted her family as far away from danger as possible. At the same time, she knew her husband would want to return, to serve the city as the Knight he was always meant to be. Retirement had never suited him. A long talk with him awaited her back home.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"I need to go to the loo."
Oh. Eleanor takes her eyes away from the railroad ahead so set her gaze on Nina instead. We might miss the train, she considers briefly. But there's nothing she wouldn't do for her baby girl, which includes stopping a whole train if need be, and so she hurries her to the train station's restrooms. "Come on, then, let's get going."
By the time they're back, Eleanor could swear there's less people waiting at the hangar. Which is, naturally, quite a worrisome sight. She turns to the closest person her peripheral vision can spot and, pulling her daughter close behind, proceeds to ask, "Excuse me, do you know if the train headed to Eclipse Town already departed?"
