"Lily…" The elders were enthused when Lily with a scrunched forehead refused to give them an answer. She seemed to be as someone that was lost in thought. Leila gave her a slight push with her elbow, and she turned around, her right eyebrow piqued, wondering why her sister was jabbing her physically in a room full of elders she cared not a hoot about, unless perhaps, for their safety. Her immediate concern at the moment was what she had just heard from Prescott. If he thinks that Emma was the chosen one that the prophecy had talked about, then they all should be talking about how to bring her back, not deliberating on the dead.
"The elders are waiting for a reply...You seemed spaced out." Leila commented, after noticing that Lily didn't have an inkling why she had just elbowed her.
Lily's mouth formed an O, even as she turned around to stare into the faces of the hungry elders desiring answers this time around.
