Elias sometimes, though pretty rarely, could be quite thoughtful. It started when he was in line at the cafe in the tower lobby, looking into the display case of various pasties when he watched one of the baristas stock up a tray with fresh chocolate croissants.
Now, here he was, in front of the avox who had risked punishment to help him at the ball, croissant in hand as he gave the girl a friendly or as friendly as he could manage smile. "Here. You saved me a lot of scoldings and questionable looks at the ball, so... thanks for that," the words came out with an awkward tone; he wasn't very good at this, was he?
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âso..â he started quietly, looking straight forward as he made his way down the stairs with addy at his side, âare they serving drinks with dinner? what happens if someone gets a bit too tipsy and thinks itâs a good idea to take a plunge into the room below?â he chanced sending a small smirk her way, trudging up the staircase slowly.Â
It was the only word he could think, the only thing on his mind when he heard Addyâs voicemail.
Addy Chane is gone, please leave the family time to grieve.
It wasnât real, it couldnât be real. He had had plans to get lunch with her in the Capitol in just a week. He was going to get updates on her ducks, on Nilly, on Treelish sales, they were going to chat about a photoshoot outfit he was working on for her for some new social media ads.
Addy had loved and understood him more in the time theyâd known one another than his parents had his entire life. Sheâd welcomed him to her Hearth Day celebrations last December when he was homeless, had nowhere else to go on the cold day when the city was celebrating. She had always had a kind word for her and open arms. The idea that she was gone â and with no more information, no details, nothing at all â was almost unimaginable.
He tried calling again and again, kept hearing the same infuriating voicemail. After the seventh or eighth time, he hurled his phone at the wall in anger and collapsed on his bed. There was too much to sort through; there were too many emotions, too many questions.
Gone. How could a person just be... gone?
No matter what, he didnât believe that Addy Chane could possibly be dead. There was something going on. Something awful, something she didnât deserve. She had only ever been light in the world, shining on the darkest places.
He got up and grabbed his phone, not ready to give up, to give in to the idea that she could be dead. He pulled up a phone number heâd hardly contacted before but had, nevertheless.
A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A medium box is attached with a note from Adair Chane. Inside is a medium meal. The note reads: "its no cookie, sorry. -A.C."
A green light and a soft thumb indicated something was now inside the submarine with her. Maddie reached inside a chute and inside was a gift not unlike the ones that had come before it. Inside, much to her delight, an entire meal instead of mere crackers like earlier. Perhaps it was a reward for still being alive. She dived into it right away, wasting not a moment for it to get tainted by the air or for it to cool down. Thank goodness Theodore wasnât with her at the moment. She wondered if he would miss eating, if she would miss eating when her death came.Â
It seemed again her life was on a timer. She knew that beneath the waves, the oxygen inside the submarine wouldnât last forever. She would have to emerge from it sooner than later. It would be exposed once the high tide disappeared and left the arena out in the open once again. Where would she go now?Â
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A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A small box is attached with a note from Alder Reid. Inside is a painkiller tablet. The note reads: âWe've got your back.â
Once the whirlpools dispersed, Madeleine and Lara quickly and quietly parted ways. They had different ideas about what the right thing to do was, which was perfectly acceptable if you asked Maddie. In such a high stakes game, going with your gut was essential. It wasnât like she wasnât used to being alone.
The entrance no longer blocked left her with an opening to emerge back to the surface world and onto another sandbar. Unless someone came out of the same tunnel or made their way to her on a boat, Madeleine was safe. This was fortunate, as a series of beeping sounded from above and descended upon her, drawing all the attention of no one to her on that silent night. Not one, not two, but three whole boxes. She wondered how Lara would feel about her now that she was swimming in presents. Her mentor team had pulled through where she felt Laraâs may not. Unfortunate.
A gift from the positive girl sheâd met in the middle of the night, crackers gone in a second to stop the emptiness in her stomach from spreading. She wanted to laugh at the note, but instead simply treated the little note with extra kindness instead of tossing it aside. Alderâs gift seemed strange until she remembered how badly her wrist was still hurting. Her body had been unable to worry about it when the threat of drowning was around her. Though she didnât have anything to wash it down with, the painkiller slid down her throat as easily as the crackers had. There was no telling how fast it would begin working, but she was thankful for it.Â
Lastly, she pulled out a pair of goggles from the woman she had met briefly at the window of the 7th floor. It wasnât something she knew existed. Glasses to see beneath the sea all around her. The world of the living wasnât foreign to her, but the watery depths were. Her natural gifts allowed her to see what she wasnât supposed to. With the goggles, she would again have the edge she needed.Â
A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A small box is attached with a note from Adair Chane. Inside is crackers. The note reads: âsaving a seat still! -A.C.â
