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Elvina Hearst's life is the epitome of boring and with temperatures constantly in the high nineties, there aren't many things to keep her engaged. But when she gets caught in a raging inferno at...
Ethereal (n.) extremely delicate, light, not of this world
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"The dresser," Elvina muttered, her heart racing in her chest. She felt like she was about to throw up and if someone was paying close attention, they would see the sheer lining of sweat and her mildly trembling form.
The anxiety made her eyes shutter every now and then while she quickly picked the duster off the side and with shaking hands, dusted the top of the dresser.
She was aware of Draven leaning on the door frame with his hands crossed over his chest, staring at her nervous form while she avoided coming into eye contact.
Elvina let out a shaky breath, reluctantly putting the duster back to where it belonged.
"Let's go now," Draven said, standing up and Elvina's heart stopped in her chest.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, wringing her hands behind her back, "Can I eat something?"
Draven rolled his eyes, "It's not that bad Elvina."
Yes it is, she mentally hissed at him, You don't know what the Oracle lady said yesterday.
Draven turned around to look at her, What oracle lady? The Serephine from town?
Elvina stared at him, "How... How did you...?
"Electrical pulses remember," he said, the air crackling in the room, "Now, what did the Serepnine say?"
Elvina backed up, unwilling to tell him, "No, I'm not telling you."
Draven cocked his head, "You realize I could just slip into that pretty little head of your's and find out myself?"
Elvina tried to come up with an answer when she realized what he had said.
"Did you just call me an idiot?" she screeched, desperately grabbing at any way to distract him.
He gave her a deadpanned look, "Please don't"
She managed to give him a small smile before reaching behind her and scratching an itch that had formed because of the cast.
"When will this thing come off again?"
Draven headed out the door and unconsciously, she followed, Adjusting her robes with the cast.
"It'll pop off by itself, don't worry," he said, turning around a corridor and Elvina stopped in her tracks.
"Draven," she drawled, "Where you goin'"
He gave her a smug look, "Keep walking, you'll find out."
That pesky elf had managed to get her out of her room and away from the kitchens. Elvina's anxiety slammed into her with such force that she stumbled, gripping the wall for support as her breathing shifted towards hypervntilation.
