Elysia, who lived now as Ariel found her new life surprisingly peaceful. She wasn't particularly skilled at the daily chores Claire gave her; in fact, she was hopeless at most of them. After a few failed attempts, Claire had given up teaching her and simply did everything herself. Not once did she complain. If anything, she seemed to enjoy doting on Elysia.
Her fondness only deepened the day she discovered the one thing Elysia could do effortlessly, lace weaving. Her fingers worked as if they'd been trained for decades. Every pattern was delicate and precise, like art woven into thread.
Their home echoed with laughter over time. They had gotten used to one another. Elysia never asked questions, though somewhere deep inside, a quiet emptiness lingered like a part of her had been misplaced.
