she watches remy’s eyes rather than their hand as it reaches for the figurine. there were so few things that you could not alter, fake, or conjure in this world – and wonder was one of them. it seemed each year there were fewer things that stirred eléna’s heart as they once had, but that, the image of another awed by something greater than themselves had yet to be drowned from the list. she smiles, closed-lipped and truthful – a thing that maintains and stretches as she listens to the intern babble. it makes her chuckle.
had she ever been so green, so endearing? no. surely no one had ever looked at her and been so honey-drowned in the sensation of earnestness.
“remy,” she says their name by way of comfort, reaching out to touch them briefly on the arm. “if there is something or someone that is going to control our project’s luck, i can guarantee it’s occupied with far greater things than our conversations. you’re safe, bomboncita.” eléna exhales lightly as she removes her hand from the water, shaking it out gently as she watches how the water discolours the concrete she sits on. as it dries, she looks back up at remy. “this is your first time on-site, yes? i wouldn’t worry. we do quite well. though i do find it can be best not to make self-imposed expectations so early.” if one was watching carefully, they could see a slight downwards twitch to her lips. if one knew more than they should about eléna pavia, they might have understood why.
whatever the sort of magic the fountain has cast over remy has been cast over them by the whole island. perhaps maybe it’s cambra, too, allowing them to work on the dig, but ever since they were young ( though, rather, maybe it is more apt to say younger ; youth seeps from their every pore, bleeding from their smile and the brightness of their eyes ), they loved the mysteries that the past seem to hold, hidden in ancient text and artifact, below the ground, hidden to the blind eye.
there is a brief moment where remy falters, their expression darkening slightly --- perhaps it had been naive of them to think anything they would have to say would have an impact on anything. their lips only fall downturned slightly before bouncing back up. they have more things to dwell on than what they can or can’t impact. they nod their head to eléna’s question, bouncing up onto the balls of their feet as they grow excited at just the thought of what they’re doing.
“ i don’t want to get my hopes dashed, but i don’t want to not have any passion for this either. ” they wrap their arms around themself before glancing around, at the trees, at the far side of the island in the distance. “ i’m finding it a little hard to be patient, ” they admit, “ though i’m sure that’s not hard to tell. ”
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