"How have you been this past year?" Alex asks

Aracel plopped down on the chaise longue, her therapist seated beyond the head of the couch, out of the pinkette's eyesight. The small five foot Atlesian reached for a pillow and hugged it close, turning on to her side.

"Not good…" She sighs

"That's understandable considering what you've been through. Have you been practicing the exercise I've tasked you with?"

Aracel shakes her head. "Not yet… I know you said it would help but I'm having trouble with it. Everytime I think I'm ready, I choke up and I'm suddenly left speechless."

"It's normal-"

The pinkette laughs bitterly. "If it's so normal, why am I the only one grieving?! My whole world froze up and life kept going on for everyone except me."

"I understand the difficulty, but-"

"I know… I need to move on. You wouldn't be the first to tell me that." Aracel takes a small ragged breath. "Is it okay if we end this right here for today?"

"Fine, but make sure to bundle up, it's supposed to be raining all evening and into the night."

Alex' face falls as she watches the pinkette walk out of the room, knowing too well that she would ignore the advice given to her.

In a faith forgotten land, the pinkette stands alone, drenched from head to toe. She walks to one grave in particular, reading over the engraved words she had already memorized. Aracel falls to her knees and it's like the dam finally breaks, the tears she had been holding in all day fall mixing with the rain.

"Hey… it's me again…"

i : queen of the clouds: aracel and silas are sent on their first official mission under the elite, but come across an obstacle, another set of twins.