Elizabeth
Spotting the pale figure that called to her, Elizabeth gave a warm smile of greeting. "Hey, Maea. It was pretty uneventful." She'd spent the trip crammed between a bickering couple, trying to read her romance book instead of eavesdropping on their conversation. Her efforts were about half effective, but she didn't mind too much. At least it hadn't been boring.
Looking closely at the woman, she was pleasantly surprised to see the little changes in her appearance. There was less darkness lingering on her face and clothes in a way that made Elizabeth even more curious as to what reason she may have for asking to see her. From everything she could observe, Maea was doing much better than before, although she knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceiving. That didn't mean she wouldn't acknowledge the positive changes she noted, smiling as she glanced at the crown of white on the Ancient's head. "I love your hair. I wish I could do that with mine." Her own hair hung free around her face, a slight wave to the brown locks that didn't make it much farther past her shoulders.
Elizabeth shifted the pack hanging across her body - the one she carried her notebooks and books in - as she looked around at the crowded village. "It's a lot busier than I remember. Did you have a place in mind for us to talk? It's been a while since I was in the Greatwood."
Looking closely at the woman, she was pleasantly surprised to see the little changes in her appearance. There was less darkness lingering on her face and clothes in a way that made Elizabeth even more curious as to what reason she may have for asking to see her. From everything she could observe, Maea was doing much better than before, although she knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceiving. That didn't mean she wouldn't acknowledge the positive changes she noted, smiling as she glanced at the crown of white on the Ancient's head. "I love your hair. I wish I could do that with mine." Her own hair hung free around her face, a slight wave to the brown locks that didn't make it much farther past her shoulders.
Elizabeth shifted the pack hanging across her body - the one she carried her notebooks and books in - as she looked around at the crowded village. "It's a lot busier than I remember. Did you have a place in mind for us to talk? It's been a while since I was in the Greatwood."
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
