Sun Mote Copse bruises

Things had been unruly in Eljay's emotional world lately. It was strange, but somehow this feeling of anxiety and longing and uncertainty and doubt was better than how he had felt for a long time. For a long time he had felt like he was constantly on the brink of losing himself, constantly unhappy and trying not to step on anyone's toes -- but by trying not to, constantly doing so. It had been a rough few years for Eljay, what with Wildfire's death, Elfie's disappearance and his parents' deaths. He'd given up on Elfie returning, though he hoped in his heart that Elfie was out there somewhere, alive and well.

@Weejay? he asked as he drew up around the garden. He thought he picked up her scent as he came around to check on the garden (he'd been fawning over that a bit much since Maia's departure and the flooding, as it somehow felt like an important part of his life), and hoped he was right. A talk was pretty overdue.