[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/250123/ceff40c83d09ef3426159af4e7909d75.png[/img][/center][hr][i]Seluna Temple[/i][hr]
From the very moment Céline came into view, Ramona became nervous. Her hand tensed around Elara’s as she fought to avoid any illusion of eye contact. The very presence of others like her, unabashed and honest in their transformations, unnerved her to no end. And then there was the question of Orion. His red eyes were surely unnatural. Yet she could not be assured he too was a blightborn. He was far less afflicted either way, if he was at all. Her grip wavered as she drifted back behind Elara. Hopefully, attention would stay well away from her. Hopefully, she was just observant, and blightborn could not detect their own. But perhaps, so long as Elara did the talking and kept attention away from her, there would be no trouble. The guards provided no sense of safety. They were just more eyes. More ears. More noses to sniff out what didn’t belong. Ramona’s grip slowly waxed and waned as the conversation evolved. She could hardly decide whether companionship was still bringing comfort or just a terrible idea now. But it was far too late to break. It was only getting later.

And now they were heading to town. Ramona could only pray in silence that Céline kept her attention fixed on Elara. There was still a possibility of slipping by and getting back to work without a fuss, if only she remained unobtrusive…

[b]Mentions[/b]
Elara, Orion [@Qia], Céline [@Beard Dad]