Ursula, as ever, seemed oblivious and Elladora was grateful for it. She even felt a smattering of something that might have been called affection towards the other woman for her predictability of her reaction. Indeed, her tenacity towards ignorance in the face of life’s unrelenting flow of miserable obstacles that practically leapt into one’s path without warning was almost admirable. Not that Ella would ever tell her as much, and certainly not in this moment when there was something much more pressing at stake, but the feeling was there.
Her twinge of fondness did not deter her panic though. If she’d been blessed with luck then the boy would have walked by, as oblivious as his mother, but instead he looked over at Elladora with a curious expression. It was impossible for him to know. He couldn’t. She must be giving too much away...although not, blessedly, to Ursula.
“It’s shambolic,” Ella agreed curtly. “We ought to return home.” She raised an eyebrow, sensing an opportunity. “Unless you favour the idea of catching lice?”
fabulous set by Lady <3