Everything made sense now. Well, that wasn't true; not everything made sense, but it did answer her question as to why Jack hated "Jack and the Beanstalk", so that was a plus.
Obviously, some details had changed from the story, she'd gotten here by a magic bean, yes, but not quite the way she'd believed it would be. They weren't on a cloud, and this place was by no means a fairytale book. Actually, come to think of it, none of this made sense.
Elijah glanced around. Now that Del had seen Morgan, he began to examine the human up close. This gave Elijah the freedom to actually look around the area. She'd never really gotten a good look - cons
Three steps forward, two steps to the left, how big was that? Elijah paced at the bottom of her cage trying to calculate the size of the cage. She'd never really been good at knowing measurements exactly all she knew was the obvious. Cage small. Giants big. Elijah Tiny. Though the cage was small Elijah had to admit it gave her a bit less tension being in it rather than in the open or worse one of those giants palms. Elijah traced her hand observing the details. she hadn't really ever been worried about sweaty palms until today. Honestly she hadn't worried about a lot of things before today. Albie crouched forward extending a large grubby fing
Elijah felt the effects of fear like any other person; she was terrified, shocked, and very much in pain. Maybe she was panicking? No, panic didn't seem to fit the situation... This feeling was a silent, unspeakable emotion - one that could never quite be explained.
She pressed her fingers to her neck, feeling her pulse beating steadily beneath her skin. She wasn't crying, or sharking - not even in her knees. She sat there, calm as ever, half wondering why she wasn't screaming bloody murder or beating against the walls, or anything that might be useful.
Though silence has many layers, a commonly forgotten one is the noise of silence. A nois