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Eliska gazed up at the ivory moon. She was laid out among the overgrown fronds of grass of the front yard, clothed in her loose-fitting pajama shirt and a pair of fleece bottoms.
Inside the house, the other Nordics were sound asleep. Had they not been, it was doubtful she would have been able to escape into the isolated world that it seemed her mind had wandered away into.
Lost. Since the very first day of her existence, she always found herself wandering in both spirit and mind. She had endured realities harsher than most without so much as batting an eye; this may as well have been a part of the reason why she was so often immersed in thought rather than reality. Some realities were difficult to acknowledge- things like the infamous wars throughout history, or poor treatment she had once received from the people she knew as her family.
Wispy silver clouds sailed across the distant moon, reminding her that it was due to rain at any moment. She hated rain. It made everything appear sadder and colder, and a gloomy atmosphere was the last thing she needed. Everybody seemed so put-out as of late. Sweden blamed it on the rising tensions in Europe while Denmark claimed it was nothing but the cruddy weather. Eliska figured it was a mixture of both.
She was only enticed to her feet when a light shower began misting from the sky, eliciting a sorrowful sigh from her lips. The last thing she yearned to do was retire to her bedroom for the night. She was always in her bedroom. It seemed like she never left anymore, save for the occasional meeting or movie marathon night with the family. It seemed to her that everybody had been arguing far more than usual, and it was nothing that she wanted to be a part of. She tried to avoid conflict if she could help it- which, in many instances, she could not.
For several seconds she stood there, glaring up at the sky. Come on, Clouds. Can't you wait until morning, like the rest of us? Pleading with inanimate objects had never gotten her anywhere, and tonight's episode was no exception. The rain only increased until she was blinking against water droplets while fleeing towards the screened in back porch.
So much for a rewarding night of solitude.