For a year, Elana–the queen of the sunken island Elanavia had spent her time wandering through lush lash lands throughout Atlaris. She'd seen many new cities, many different terrains, even beasts and monsters. However, the creatures of flesh could barely sense her presence. And even when they did, her long, lamian tail, her cat-like eyes, along with her many shapes and appearances, often sent them running.
Freedom, she'd always dreamt of it, and even if she were to go back and join her sisters, unlike them, her body was incapable of feeling any warmth from anyone. Unlike the spirits that could manifest in the flesh, her body was like a mist that slips through the fingers like sand. And while she could touch others, anyone who wasn't her family or shared a spirit ancestry couldn't lay a finger on her.
