Eloise didn’t have many friends. And the ones she did have were few, especially few. That’s why when she caught eye of one of her closest and greatest friends seemingly running away from a ball. Straight to the gardens, sniffing and on the brink of crying, she had to help.

More so when she noticed that dazed and glassy look in their eyes and face. They were regressing? Eloise read about this! How could she not? She isn’t a skilled and trustworthy individual either, for this at least.

“Hey…Hey, Don’t cry! Everything’s fine! Well not everything but you get the jest-“ says eloise, soft and gentle, a slight run on too. A cue to her inexperience.