Elián;
The nursery hums gently… softly…
Like tender hands that intend to quietly squeeze the worry out of my heart.
And I must confess. For the first time all day, I feel lighter. Better…
After hours of crying and trying to sleep my sorrows away… this is the one thing that has given a semblance of peace. And I appreciate it more than words can do justice to.
I listen to scales brushing against stone, tiny bodies shifting in their nests… and the faintest echo of Nagari's magic carrying through the air.
This… maternal… comforting magic that feels like a mother's guiding hands.
I sit on the floor with my back against a pillar. My legs are spread out awkwardly before me, but I don't care. It's how I feel at peace, and noone can judge me for it.
My sleeves are rolled up to my elbows, and the heat lamps cast everything in gold, creating an ethereal lighting.
It all looks and feels so surreal.
This place… It feels untouched. But the world cruelty and evil.
