With an impending summer solstice to prepare for, the garden kept her all sorts of busy. Although much of the work wasn't to happen until nightfall, hours ticked by effortlessly. Neatly-stacked pots of clay were to grow herbs Elias wanted to use for ointments and teas - she would tend to them in the dark hours, with a shovel and wooden bucket at the ready. Soil untouched by sunlight grew the most fruitful of greens under the moon of a solstice. 

Chise was a dutiful girl, fulfilling her chores to the point of perfectionism, fluttering about the green house like a humming bee in their garden. If she didn’t brew, cut, plant or pluck, she claimed the shade of an apple tree and studied with ariels nestled in those fiery locks of hers. Ruth always kept an eye out for her, attentive of Chise’s habit to overdo things at times, even with the newly granted lifespan. He worried. She knew he did, and she knew Elias worried, too. 

The ‘gift’ seemed a little too perfect to be true, didn’t it? 

But weeks had ticked by without any incident whatsoever. Under his supervision, Elias even permitted her the usage of magic again. There was talk of joining the college. Just how many of their friends had pressured the thorn mage into surrender? Offering Chise the chance to unfold her wings and discover different paths, however, had been one of their few compromises. Chise wanted to grasp a chance she once believed lost forever. 

She knew the college would do them both very, very good. 

And so she read on, plucked at the pages of a book in her lap, enchanted by the sweet fragrance of blooming lavender and the warm afternoon sun. Elias would tell her when it was time to set off. 

          “Oh, cool! Haven’t seen anything roaming with a wolf skull before!” Curious hands attempt to reach out to trace the jaw of the structure, but unfortunately, their height provides a disadvantage. “Buuuut, you’re definitely like- what was it- oh, a wendigo! That’s what you are, yes?”

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my opinion on;

character in general: i love grace. i’m a sci-fi slut, especially when liberties are taken within the genre by adding in magic without heavy, outdated fantasy concepts. i think both adrian and scout have done a fantastic job creating intertwining stories with their two characters and really solidifying their importance to one another. and like, i just genuinely love grace a lot. the way adrian writes her really conveys this sort of sense of her being like…uncanny valley personified without it feeling like a gimmick. i dig it. how they play them: i guess i kind of covered that above lol. but very well. adrian’s an awesome writer to begin with, but i always enjoy how he gets across these little ticks and quirks without shoving it in your face. like you tell something’s off about grace even in shorter responses, but he isn’t hamfisted about it ever.the mun: idk probably hangs out in super weenie hut jr. all the time or something pfffff

do i;

follow them: heck yeahrp with them: heckity yeahwant to rp with them: hickety heck yeahship their character with mine: i don’t think so, no!

what is my;

“I’ve never seen the stars shine so brightly in Tokyo. But out here.... it’s as if I can reach out and touch them all.” 

Darkness, trees and fireflies engulfed the pair - one through and through human and the other, well, he was what he was. No matter the distortion of his physical shape, Chise never feared him, nor found him disgusting or revolting or anything but charming in his strange little ways. It took a rare man to be seen for what he truly was, and everything he was, she loved with the passion of a fire. Elias was hers. The one and only thing she felt certain would never abandon her. 

Bristled charcoal fur brushed the side of her arm when he folded hind- and forelegs underneath his body and got comfortable. Rolled up next to Chise sat the enchanted pelt she had used to keep up with Elias’ sprint. Ultimately, a hill in the middle of Englands abandoned countryside served the perfect spot for stargazing. 

Rich scents of cooling summer heat intoxicated her senses. Senses she had carried over from shapeshifting into an animal.... the more often that pelt was used, the more animal she seemed to become.

Chise didn’t mind it. 

“Elias? Can you teach me about the constellations?” 

        ❛   ah, i’m sorry for my brother he’s....   ❜    challenging ? sometimes a little abrasive ? how did al put this,  ❛   a bit rude sometimes.   ❜  

It’s as if she flies into his embrace when she sees him. 

“Tadaima, Elias.”