Elaine...
The word rang in Celestiel's head several times over.
They knew Elaine.
"You said...you said she looked like me?," Celestiel asked, her brows knitting together as she tried piecing the puzzles together.
Tania nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Very much so."
It didn't make sense. A girl her age a month ago named Elaine? Who looked like her?
The numbers didn't add up.
"Do you, perhaps have a picture?," she asked. "Of Elaine, I mean."
Tania pursed her lips, looking thoughtful. "Ba did draw a portrait of us together a few weeks before she left. You can ask him."
Celestiel eagerly nodded. "Where can I find him?"
"He isn't home at the moment," Tania replied. "Once a year, he leaves for a day or two to goddesses know where. He should be back by tomorrow."
Celestiel frowned. "Oh...then may I stay the night? I have no where else to sleep."
