the ties that bind. [ starter call ] // @helluvaflames ; stolas
”Where is it.. Damn you, where is it?“ Stella cursed beneath her breath, fingers dancing along the bookshelves in the solarium with a furrowed brow. Frost misted off of her form and billowed in mushroom clouds upon the floor, dragging the temperature down as ice crackled and crawled along the panes of glass encasing the room.
It wasn't here, she must have peeled her eyes over the every cover at least seven times in the past ten, hyper-focused minutes.
Bless. Bless. Triple bless.
Flakes of snow trailed from Stella's shoulders as she took her sweeping leave, practically flying her way down the cavernous halls to where her husband's office resided - just opposite her own. If it was not in the Solarium, he would surely know exactly where it is.
”Stolas,“ Stella piped, appearing suddenly like a white apparition after her fingers brushed through the air, bidding the door to open at her behest. ”where is the family album? It's not in the solarium.“