Home

by Maelie Arsenault

She had always known that home is where your family lives. The building didn't matter. It could be an Inn room you were renting. A cottage for the summer. A castle or a shack. If you had family there, it was a home.

That's why when she was young, the only place that really felt like home was her sister's room. She would sneak out doors, down the long hallways, and even through windows late in the night to get to there. They would play all night when no one was around to tell them what to do or how to behave. They would put on plays for themselves, act out stories, and be the children that they were naturally inclined to be. Children that were not allowed when the sun was up.

Tonight, Maelie remembered those small sparks of joy from her childhood as she left her room, well after Cardinal, Mordecai, Clover, and everyone else had either gone to bed or gone home. Her hands ran along the wood railing over the entryway before she took a few silent strides and leapt up to slide down it in her slippers. Her hair trailed behind her and her robe and nightgown's quiet flapping was the only sound she made as she got to the bottom. Grinning she moved through the rest of the mansion.

She went through every room, curiously opening and closing cabinets where her staff had arranged things for her. She looked out every window at the views that would become common place. She lounged on a sofa in the parlor. She danced in the ballroom in her slippers. All this done with a perfect silence, the only trace left were the tiny misplacements of items she was leaving just to keep her staff on their toes.

The elf deposited herself lazily on the entryway steps, leaning back on her elbows, and letting the nighttime sounds that only accentuated the silence reach her ears.

She'd spent the better part of two decades running.
Now, she finally had somewhere to run to.

Home. Where Sareena is.

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The Last Rule
November 27th, 1882, - Novandria

The Den

Am I losing?

A Close Call

Plans

New Toys

Mistakes were made

Too close to home

Not like you.

This City is Mine.
February 6th, 1883

Aimless?
March 5, 1883 - Novandria

The Game Begins
February 13th, 1883

Too much like You
March 13, 1883

Safer in Shadows
April 3, 1883

New Beginnings
April 7th, 1883

Ready to Run
April 17th, 1883

Home
April 25, 1883

Can you steal a heart?
May 8th, 1883

Trouble
11th of May, 1883

Heartbreak
14th of May, 1883

Hunter or Prey?
16th of May, 1883

Guilt
19th of May, 1883

Untrustworthy
21st of May, 1883

Why am I like this?
25th of May, 1883

Worthy
8th of June, 1883

The One She Left Behind
13th June, 1883

Annnd it's back...
July 1st, 1883

Learning to Fly
July 4th, 1883

Thrill of the Hunt
July 29th, 1883

From the Embers
21st of August, 1883 // 1867

Mother Knows Best
16th of September, 1883

A Snake, a Star, and a Fox
25th of September, 1883, Novandria

It wasn't him.
28th of September, 1883, Novandria

The New Blade
13th of September, 1883

Something Good
October 31, 1883 - Novandria

The wound that won't close
18th of December, 1883 - Novandria

Promise
25th of December, 1883 - Novandria

Fallen through the cracks
6th of January, 1884 - Novandria

Day to Night
7th of January, 1884

What's Left to the Shadows
22nd of January, 1884, Novandria

The World without Colour
18th of February, 1884, Bellancourt, Montaigne,

Seventeen Roofs
26th of February, Novandria, Eisen

Crossing the Board
4th of March, 1884, Novandria, Eisen

New Freedom
May 4th, 1884

Saved
5th of May, 1884/16th of July, 1858

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