Time flew by on the wings of unquenched expectations, the hours of the night rolled away in a flash and then the morning arrived albeit not what many people wanted. Finally, it was Time for Elara to begin her trip to the Celestial world, as she prepared, her heart curled up itself in hesitation and reluctance. Her lips were a click away from uttering 'i do not want to go' but her rationality took a better toll on her.
She didn't pack much, things like food were not needed cause Filandel had said only eatable things could not stand the effect of the time difference, immediately she crosses that so called Vortex, all food brought along from the other side turns bad and she wouldn't be able to eat them anymore. In the little bag she was to take with her, only about two to three pieces of clothing occupied the space and nothing else.
