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Elizibeth walked through the wilted rose petals that littered the floor of the cathedral, looking like a ghost with her simple white gown and pale skin. Her eyes stood out as a vibrant red as she walked towards the piano. She took a seat and sighed, looking at the chipped keys, wondering if she would get back before Meztli noticed her absence. She shook her head and began to play and sing "I'm in here"

"Can you hear my call..." Elizibeth's eyes blurred with tears as a silver apparation of a dragon appeared in the cathedral.

Elizabeth's head snapped up as she heard the movements of another in the cathedral. Her hand closed around the petal and crushed it. Pushing the ever present pain to the back of her head, she studied the man with a long and hard look. "Who are you?" She asked bluntly, voice quiet, and yet it seemed to fill the space they were in. The statue like appearance she had only moments ago threatened to retake her before she stood and dusted herself off, composing herself as she looked at her feet, before bringing her gaze back to the being before her.

"Elizabeth Farna," She said before thinking for a moment. Why had she come? Of course to mourn, but she honestly did not feel like explanning herself. "Ah, I was looking for someone," She settled on, after picking at her nail cuticle with her other hand. Her ivory skin was cold to the touch and she blinked her deep burgundy eyes a few times. The feeling of self loathing was finally leaving her, and she willed herself to move on. "But, they are not here. Which name would you prefer to be called?"

Elizabeth furrowed her brow and looked down to her hands before opening them, revealing the somewhat crushed flower petal. "Might I ask why? Is this yours?" She asked somewhat nervously. Gently she blew on it, willing the earthen element to fix a part of it's own, and it straightened, the slight tear in it repairing. Cautiously, she brought it over to Matthew and gave it to him, eyes never leaving him, curiosity filling them.

Elizabeth let her eyebrow furrow even more. "Not unless you are affiliated with Britain's aerial corps," She said nervously, her hands fidgeting slightlly. Memories came back and she bit her lip, looking to her feet. "Please do pardon my indecency," She heard herself say quietly and she ran a hand through her hair before looking back up. "But why would you say that?" She asked, feeling more a part of herself again. Does she know this mysterious person? Her memory as of late was terrible, and she struggled to find some familiarity within Matthew's features.

"Oh...yes, the far less known one of course," Elizabeth said. "I couldn't imagine stepping foot in one of those...planes. A dragon works nicely for me. Nohealani was much more reliable than one of those...metal...things," Elizabeth silently cursed herself and played with her fingers again, blinking away a tear that came unwillingly. "But ah, I resigned my position a little while ago," She added after a moment, attempting to move forwards in the conversation. "Where did you come from? I-I mean, what did you do before you came here?"