Elizabeth
No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn
Not that she would have minded if the Warden had laughed in her face, Elizabeth found his avoidance chivalrous and used the opportunity to preserve some of her menial pride, straightening her jacket and stepping more carefully around the water's edge. She had to keep her eyes down to do so, but Deimos's snort had her looking up to reobserve her surroundings. That's when she finally spotted the vampire gourd pleasantly floating along the ice without a care in the world.
Elizabeth tilted her head curiously at the sight, trying to gather what exactly it was doing. Was it just enjoying the 'pleasant' weather? Maybe it had been separated from the others? It certainly didn't seem the kind of creature to hang around these parts. It had a little less fur than most natural inhabitants, herself included. Turning to the supposed expert, she raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Are they aggressive? Should we be concerned about it?" Her eyes looked back towards the gourd, wondering if they'd have to fight it or if it would float by on its joyride without any trouble.
Elizabeth tilted her head curiously at the sight, trying to gather what exactly it was doing. Was it just enjoying the 'pleasant' weather? Maybe it had been separated from the others? It certainly didn't seem the kind of creature to hang around these parts. It had a little less fur than most natural inhabitants, herself included. Turning to the supposed expert, she raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Are they aggressive? Should we be concerned about it?" Her eyes looked back towards the gourd, wondering if they'd have to fight it or if it would float by on its joyride without any trouble.
