Elizabeth
No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn
Feeling less nervous about a possible assault, Elizabeth's ears perked at the mention of 'pie.' "Oooh. I'm assuming they taste like pumpkin? I love pumpkin." In fact, she'd recently made some pumpkin bread when Hadama visited her home. However, any form of the flavor was delicious; bread, pie, coffee, cookies, muffins... Her mind seemed to stray to all the possible baking, and she eyed the gourd like a starving dog, grateful that the drool was lacking. She could almost justify sending a lightning bolt its way just for the ingredients, yet her hefty pack quickly protested that possibility.
Deimos's next bit of information drew her attention slightly, head tilting as she continued to pick her way across the ice. "Really? That sounds more prank-like than dangerous." Floating around with pretend images was certainly 'spooky,' but she wouldn't expect it to be very physically damaging. Even more curious, she peeked her head from beneath the fur wall to meet his eyes. "And this is the first year they've appeared?" If so, that was even more strange, especially given the lack of a purple hue.
Deimos's next bit of information drew her attention slightly, head tilting as she continued to pick her way across the ice. "Really? That sounds more prank-like than dangerous." Floating around with pretend images was certainly 'spooky,' but she wouldn't expect it to be very physically damaging. Even more curious, she peeked her head from beneath the fur wall to meet his eyes. "And this is the first year they've appeared?" If so, that was even more strange, especially given the lack of a purple hue.
