Elizabeth
You have power over your mind -
not outside events.
not outside events.
Curiosity had carried Elizabeth here on swift wings. Not a curiosity for the rumor of moving bones. No. She didn't care for that kind of science. Elizabeth was more interested in confirming the facts of the rumors and how it had progressed, warping with each telling of the vague information. Were they actually moving bones, or just emancipated creatures that gave off an 'undead' look? Was there a magical object, or just a wet rock that was reflecting the bright sun? The distortion of heat and exhaustion could sometimes make it difficult to see what was really happening in the desert, so Elizabeth had determined to let her own eyes take note of the facts.
Trapsing across the sand, her thin white dress helped keep the sun from baking her alive (although she expected to be quite burnt later). It swished comfortable against her legs, producing a comfortable movement of air despite the stiflingly stagnant air. Her breaths were difficult, but she had finally found the spot of such interest, lifting her spirits immensely. Looking around at the shifting of white bones, she confirmed that the people had not been wrong. She immediately pulled out a notebook and began to document the strange occurrence.
Trapsing across the sand, her thin white dress helped keep the sun from baking her alive (although she expected to be quite burnt later). It swished comfortable against her legs, producing a comfortable movement of air despite the stiflingly stagnant air. Her breaths were difficult, but she had finally found the spot of such interest, lifting her spirits immensely. Looking around at the shifting of white bones, she confirmed that the people had not been wrong. She immediately pulled out a notebook and began to document the strange occurrence.
Realize this,
and you will find strength.
and you will find strength.
