I am not a product of my circumstances.
Snipping the last bit from her half of the vines, Elizabeth wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead. She'd tried to pin her hair back in a ponytail with a small braid for her bangs, but a few strands had fallen down against her cheeks and she paused to tuck them behind her ear. The movement had her noticing that a small part of her loose cream shirt had ripped, but she didn't mind, having already decided to toss the clothing when she was done.
When she glanced up, she saw that Lyra seemed to be struggling with her half of the porch. Without hesitation, she stepped forward to assist with a warm smile. "Here, let me help." She offered her clippers as she said, "I'll pull while you clip." Elizabeth then began manipulating her magic to snag at the blackberry vines, ensuring that neither woman would be assaulted by their vicious thorns. As her hands twisted elegantly to shift the telekinesis, she shouted down to Maea, "We're almost done! You?"
Elizabeth helps Lyra with her side.
When she glanced up, she saw that Lyra seemed to be struggling with her half of the porch. Without hesitation, she stepped forward to assist with a warm smile. "Here, let me help." She offered her clippers as she said, "I'll pull while you clip." Elizabeth then began manipulating her magic to snag at the blackberry vines, ensuring that neither woman would be assaulted by their vicious thorns. As her hands twisted elegantly to shift the telekinesis, she shouted down to Maea, "We're almost done! You?"
Elizabeth helps Lyra with her side.
Elizabeth
I am a product of my decisions.
