Accepted Elsae
Elsae left the kitchens in the wake of a handful of novices. They were tired, and honestly, so was Elsae. She’d spent most of the day watching over different groups, cracking jokes and telling stories. It helped spread around the gray cheer that seemed to follow everyone around like a stormcloud. Plus it helped keep her mind off things. She was on her way back to the rooms when the trio of novices curtsied and made their way to the tower just before the last bell chimed curfew.
She had a little extra time before the similar hour reached for Accepted. She went the long way back to the Accepted tower, keeping her gaze high for swirling cloaks and pranks afoot. She hadn’t seen Byron in ages, but she believed he would pop up just when she least expected him. And tonight she definitely did not expect to see him. Therefore, she was extra vigilant.
That was why when someone did in fact come up, Elsae was quite curious.
“Hello?” she called out. The flickering of a few torches was her only light. Otherwise, the halls were empty. A little chill pebbled her arms, which she abruptly rubbed into submission.
It was a woman warder, and she made Elsae smiled. She thought she recognized her, but when she shared her name, she realized she definitely didn’t remember hearing it before. it was such a lovely name!
“Oh,” she said when she was offered a letter. The had to channel up a little ball of light to read it by. It hovered over one shoulder as she read like a little floating buddy. Was it her or did the night feel extra dark? Maybe it was going to rain.
She didn’t so much as have to think about the request. She smiled and nodded. “That sounds like fun!” she offered to return the letter to Eleanore and let her lead the way.