Elua loosened and shifted her grip with her arms on the spouse that she clung to - just enough to create the distance to look up at the sky with 'melancholy'… under the view of the precious pigeon blues. There was really only one good answer she could decide upon over the course of all those thousands of years.
"Perhaps… I feared being reminded of that time. Back when things were bleak and without hope for the power to protect myself. Even the light of nice memories can sometimes lengthen the shadows of others."
Fingers started to trace 'soothing' circles on the girl's back, her spirit radiating the conflict of 'appreciation' and 'warning' underneath the wrapping of Qat's sense. She knew it was ultimately her own fault for having jumped onto the tall girl like this, but it was still tough!
