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[colur]

Date & Time: Vague late July, early June
Location: All over, especially where the damage is the worst.
Characters: Eilonwy and you (???)
Summary: Eilonwy explores Exsilium after the bombing, trying to find ways to help.
Warnings: N/A


Eilonwy never liked to ask permission. It seemed rather pointless, when you'd already made up your mind. Apples do not have lips to ask the ground, but they fall anyway. But here there was no one for her to ask, and the freedom made her unfamiliar. Knowing what to do was very helpful, even if you did not plan on doing it.

And here, she did not know what to do.

Oh, she thought she did, at first, she was quite certain that she had to escape. There were people counting on her at home. Counting on her for proper curtsies and polite conversation, but counting on her nonetheless. But then the bombing happened, and she realized that the people here needed help, too.

Not that she was exactly sure how to go about it. Today she was climbing through the rubble, her knees scraped and hair wild, looking for mouths to feed or shoulders to throw blankets on. To help people, you know. Hmmph.

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[colur]

Eilonwy had also met Saul and found him a very frustrating man.

"Like I said before. Some men can grow very large, while still remaining curiously small."

[hbisea]

And she laughed. Mera hadn't laughed, even if it was a bit quiet, like that in a while. She was allowing the mood of this world to dampen her own spirits.

"I guess they can't help themselves." She took a moment to catch her breath. "Have I introduced myself? I'm Mera. And who are you?"

[colur]

"I am called Eilonwy." And she made a little curtsy. She'd had a lot of practice with curtsies, now, she could do it passably graceful even on the crooked ground.

[hbisea]

She was genuinely surprised by the curtsy. It had been a long, long time since anyone had done so before Mera.

Her smile reappeared quickly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Eilonwy. Have you been here long?"

[colur]

"More than a fortnight, less than a season. Is that long? I do not know how I ought to be counting."

[hbisea]

"That's a long enough time to be away from home," she said, exhaling a quiet, saddened sigh.

[colur]

"But I have been away from home much longer. If I can be said to have a home, really at all. When I was very little, my family sent me to Spiral Castle to live with the awful Achren!" She paused, sticking her nose in the air. Eilonwy hadn't thought of Achren for a long time— at least a long time by a young woman's reckoning. "I think she was lying about that, anyway."

[hbisea]

She lifted her free hand, gesticulating for Eilonwy to slow down as she didn't fully understand the context behind her story. She had felt a tugged string in heart when the girl had mentioned she hasn't had much of a place to call home.

"Why did they send you away? For protection?"

[colur]

"I do not know. Achren said it was for my education, but it must have been for my…" she didn't know how to describe her magic powers, especially now that they were gone.

"They are likely dead, my family. I know not if it was by Achren's hand." But she was proud, as she said this, proud and brave.