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"That sounds divine." Elizabeth's mind continued to drift to the delicious pies and how they would taste in her salivating mouth, even as she followed Deimos down the street, still trying to keep her distance from the peryton. It was comforting to know that she hadn't taken him from any other Warden duties.
At the question of weapons, she flexed her hand as if imagining the impact of sparring. She didn't hold any delusions that she would be able to hold her own in the ring. With a light laugh at the thought, she shrugged her shoulders to readjust her shawl. "Not really. My parents were more scholars than fighters." They had been too focused on their interests and curiosities to worry about their physical safety. Luckily, their naivety was rarely challenged. Although, being a curious young child, Elizabeth had found her way into a few local training sessions. Tilting her head at the memories, she said, "I did develop some rudimentary skills with a staff though." The long, blunt weapon had allowed her to focus on speed and momentum while maintaining her distance. She hadn't picked one up in years and she wondered if the muscle memory still remained. Her magic, on the other hand, wasn't much use in combat yet. The light tingle of electricity ran under her skin but did little more than tickle.
Since she had no doubt about his experience with weapons, she didn't reflect his question back, instead asking, "What's your preferred weapon? Or magic?"
Elizabeth
