Elizabeth
Although disappointed to hear of the lack of flowers, it didn't surprise her. If someone ever managed to get ahold of one, she got the feeling the news would spread like a wildfire through Caido, everyone fighting over where it might be best utilized. But maybe Maea was right, and they just needed to have a little 'faith,' trusting in the gods' gifts or praying to them for assistance. "Sadly, I won't be any help in that area." Her laugh was warm and soft, no bitterness tinging her words, just resolved understanding. She'd do her best to help in the hunt, but she drew the line at expecting a god to answer her.
As for staying in the Greatwood... Elizabeth didn't like the circumstances around Maea's 'exile' from Torchline. She wasn't privy to the details, however, she didn't appreciate the way it reeked of toxicity. Trying to remain neutral, her expression was more contemplative than scrutinizing as she let out a soft hum. "Hmm. That sounds like a complicated relationship. I suppose it depends on if you have something to atone for, and if finding the flower might help alleviate that." Narrowing her eyes, Elizabeth shook her head. "But it was extremely cruel of her to give you such a near-impossible task, clearly expecting you to fail. Even if you do succeed, it sounds like there is too much bitterness there to be so easily healed." If Maea wanted to talk on it more, she was happy to listen as she entered the treehouse. It was pleasantly quaint and worn in a cozy sort of way. There were certainly areas that could be improved upon, but it was a great base to build a life, just blank enough for the Ancient to make it her own while the echoes of past occupants could encourage her in her journey.
Elizabeth gave a soft smile, running a finger along one of the etchings in the wall. "It's beautiful." Looking to Maea, she tilted her head, as if trying to picture something. "Although I imagined more... books." Perhaps that was her own personal bias, but she got the feeling that the pale woman may be similarly inclined in academics, based on her philosophical mind.
As for staying in the Greatwood... Elizabeth didn't like the circumstances around Maea's 'exile' from Torchline. She wasn't privy to the details, however, she didn't appreciate the way it reeked of toxicity. Trying to remain neutral, her expression was more contemplative than scrutinizing as she let out a soft hum. "Hmm. That sounds like a complicated relationship. I suppose it depends on if you have something to atone for, and if finding the flower might help alleviate that." Narrowing her eyes, Elizabeth shook her head. "But it was extremely cruel of her to give you such a near-impossible task, clearly expecting you to fail. Even if you do succeed, it sounds like there is too much bitterness there to be so easily healed." If Maea wanted to talk on it more, she was happy to listen as she entered the treehouse. It was pleasantly quaint and worn in a cozy sort of way. There were certainly areas that could be improved upon, but it was a great base to build a life, just blank enough for the Ancient to make it her own while the echoes of past occupants could encourage her in her journey.
Elizabeth gave a soft smile, running a finger along one of the etchings in the wall. "It's beautiful." Looking to Maea, she tilted her head, as if trying to picture something. "Although I imagined more... books." Perhaps that was her own personal bias, but she got the feeling that the pale woman may be similarly inclined in academics, based on her philosophical mind.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
