Sun Mote Copse You hit me once, I hit you back

Eljay frowned at the rain as they kept coming. The water was rising. He loved the Copse, but what could they do? When moving had been suggested before, Eljay had resisted and said that they should stay here -- and Wraen had listened. Now, though... He wanted to stay so badly. The Copse had become what the Caldera had once been. It was to Weejay what the Caldera had been to him. Her home. Their home.

But now the gardens withered under the rising waters and if they could not live here properly, then what did they have left? Was it truly worth clinging onto the homesickness he felt whenever he left the Copse for a short while?

Worry was painted on his face as he nudged @Weejay's shoulder and said, Let's go see what they have to say. There was a certain defeat to his voice; as if he already knew what the answer might be. He showed a small, forced smile and then made his way to the meeting, presumably with Weejay in tow, while he waited for what they would say.

let me know if pp is not ok Lauren <3