Erik was at a walkway between towers when Elise joined him. When he was a kid, he used to wonder why they have walkways. They have wings. They can fly. He flew a lot as a kid. He was a very energetic kid, full of pride. His mother responded that it is tiring to keep flying. And when he starts feeling that way, he can use his feet to walk. Treat them like the ground and the floors, she said. Their mother died of an illness even before Elise returned to them.
Corrine doesn’t interact with others, but sometimes Prince Kurt would approach her. Erik would feel envious of it. He tries not to stare at them. He’s comforted by the fact that she doesn’t act comfortably around him.
“So, how’s it going?” Elise asked as she looked at the general direction he’s facing, a fae village in the distance.
