The ear is the avenue to the heart.
"Nice to meet you, Brokkrid." The name was unique, and Elizabeth immediately found herself liking the woman. Especially as she began talking about her own magic. She understood the struggle of weakness, her own abilities still but fledglings of power. Smiling encouragingly, she said, "Magic takes time and training. It's hard to have that kind of focus when you're younger. Once you start though, things get easier."
Listening closely to Brokkrid ramble about her work, she stretched her arms along the end of the pool, content to admire the passion with which she spoke. "It sounds like you have a lot of reasons to be proud of your work." Elizabeth smiled, understanding the sentiment all too well. "There's that saying that 'If you love your job, you never work a day in your life.' That sounds pretty accurate when we seem to be fueled by our purpose. Things like food and sleep become a distant thought in comparison."
She didn't correct any misconceptions about her 'patients' not needing physical healing. As a therapist, she still considers it a healing of the mind. Instead, Elizabeth considered the question. "I often read or bake. I like to get out of my own mind for a while, and books are a great escape from reality." She shrugged her shoulders, assuming that was all that needed to be said about the topic.
Having not explored many forges, Elizabeth found the idea fascinating. Even if she wasn't an asset to the process, she'd love to observe and try her hand at it. Smiling warmly, she laughed. "I would love that! Although I would argue that steelwork should come before the pampering." She'd hate to get comfortably relaxed and clean only to exert her meager muscles, sweating profusely. However, a comfortable spa day after a hard session in the forge was more than a little enticing.
Listening closely to Brokkrid ramble about her work, she stretched her arms along the end of the pool, content to admire the passion with which she spoke. "It sounds like you have a lot of reasons to be proud of your work." Elizabeth smiled, understanding the sentiment all too well. "There's that saying that 'If you love your job, you never work a day in your life.' That sounds pretty accurate when we seem to be fueled by our purpose. Things like food and sleep become a distant thought in comparison."
She didn't correct any misconceptions about her 'patients' not needing physical healing. As a therapist, she still considers it a healing of the mind. Instead, Elizabeth considered the question. "I often read or bake. I like to get out of my own mind for a while, and books are a great escape from reality." She shrugged her shoulders, assuming that was all that needed to be said about the topic.
Having not explored many forges, Elizabeth found the idea fascinating. Even if she wasn't an asset to the process, she'd love to observe and try her hand at it. Smiling warmly, she laughed. "I would love that! Although I would argue that steelwork should come before the pampering." She'd hate to get comfortably relaxed and clean only to exert her meager muscles, sweating profusely. However, a comfortable spa day after a hard session in the forge was more than a little enticing.
Elizabeth
