Her brown eyes surveyed the room and noticed that once again, the shelves full of pretty stuffed animals had been jostled about; probably Theo getting chased around the house by Lily or Elvira stumbling in drunk --"I really should treat Rin's place more respectfully..." she thought to herself as she carefully rearranged everything on the shelves. Once the card wizard was satisfied everything was in it's proper place she walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on herself. Dark circles had begun to form under her eyes.
"Blech...I look like ****" She muttered as she dried herself with a towel and exited the home through the small sliding doors which lead out into the garden. The cool night air caressed her face; it was normally something she'd enjoy, but it didn't do much to comfort her now.
Elvira's body was cold and hot at the same time; the result of a growing void in her chest which seemed to absorb all feelings of light and happiness --it felt as though she'd never feel joy again. She hadn't felt this feeling so acutely since the day she'd watched her mother and father disappear into the early morning fog at the edge of the sea as an indifferent wooden ship carried her away from them forever. Panic attacks the family physician had said: Just like her mother. Her mother who, like her father, was gone; lost to the sands of time. Somehow she hadn't thought to bring a picture of them with her: She was so sure they would have joined her in Fiore within a week or two --she couldn't remember what they looked like now.
Tears began to stream down the girl's face.
Theodore and Rin were away with their squad and there'd been no word from Vincent in several months --she felt alone. She was cast adrift in a sea of ether she couldn't understand or control; dealing with forces so alien to her as to be almost incomprehensible. Vincent seemed convinced Necropolis had done something to them, cursed them somehow. She wasn't sure if that was what she was feeling, or if it was simply a sense of helplessness before a power that felt so much greater than herself. After all the Magic Council hadn't said anything about a curse or a compulsion so she really shouldn't be troubled, yet she was.
Elvira ran her fingers through her hair and walked back inside the house; stopping beside the bag she'd never fully unpacked to change into a different shirt; she pulled it up over her head and noticed the small collection of scars that she'd begun to accumulate on her body over the past year: She'd never imagined herself as a guild wizard...much less a fighter...when had her life changed so much?.
She donned a new shirt and silently walked up to Rin's room. She quietly crawled onto her young roommate's bed and picked up a stuffed animal, hugging it to herself as she stared at the wall. Slowly her eyes closed again.
Elvira arrived at Crystal Swan the next day after managing a few hours of restful sleep in Rin's bed. She sat down and ordered some juice from the bartender while glancing over at the job board to see if anything new had cropped up.
"Heard Vincent got back into town last night." The bartender said as he served her drink. "I know you've been looking for him."
Elvira's eyes opened slightly wider as she downed the juice in one gulp and stood up.
"Yeah. Thanks." She said quickly before glancing around and trying to located the wizardy wizard.