As days passed and most of the visible injuries from Elanor's body healed, leaving behind white scars, the threat started to feel like a distant dream. A whole week spent in what seemed to be a very much needed honeymoon, but with very racist and mean neighbours.
The sun had set a while ago, but the warm humid and cold air from the beach was too relaxing to just head back to the packhouse. Walking a few feet in front of Aelioan, Elanor and Laura were chatting about the latest news in the city. Who married, got pregnant, who left and who moved back, like two old nuns who were too bored of their own lives.
But this was their thing, wasn't it? Or so Aelioan believed. He did not care enough to ask why was this so interesting so he decided to just watch them from a safe distance, to give them
