Dec. 9th, 2015

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[ It's late-- Well past the sun setting on the horizon, and those in Haven are (presumably) asleep. Assumptions should show that this is the perfect time to infiltrate the gates, but being heedless of possible guards and night owls are what cause Ellana's footsteps to remain silent and slow. ]

[ Many days have passed since she's left her people back home. Ever since the loss of a fellow clan member, a certain someone whom she had grown up with, there was absolutely no negotiation in Ellana being the one to go after her. Through the devastation of the Conclave, the loss of their beloved Keeper, Eliana had managed to get caught in the crossfires somehow. It was only to be expected-- Liaran was her older brother after all. With Ellana having been the Keeper's Second, she had to stay behind with the others. In the midst of all the bloodshed, it hadn't taken long to discover that their leader had come to his demise... Yet Eliana was nowhere to be found. ]

[ Months had passed, and so had demanding letters that had gone unanswered. When the elders began talking of making funeral arrangements, Ellana had had enough. Without batting an eyelash, she left their village. Fast. ]

[ Eliana is all she has left. While the terms of their relationship bore no title and murky waters, Ellana never lost a shred of love for her. They had grown up together, nevermind the strong bond she held with her brother. It only makes sense that, in his absence, she be responsible for his beloved sister. Once Ellana passes through the gates of Haven, her footsteps become determined, hard, the staff at her back already glowing a mad and sharp blue. Tiny sparks of electricity crackle and echo through the halls until they make way to the War Council. She will start from the top and work her way down, prepared for disaster in the name of her best friend and her late leader. ]

[ Her foot kicks at the door, busting it open. Ellana reaches back for her staff with a burning intensity in her eyes. ]

Alright, my well of patience has run dry and I prefer to make this fast.

WHERE IS SHE?!

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