Elizabeth
Having finished up another productive session with a client, Elizabeth finds herself content to indulge in her favorite past time: people watching. She knows she'll have to find a room for the night, since the skyship doesn't leave until first light, but there's still some time before she needs to turn in, and with so many visitors in the Greatwood, plenty of temporary inns and other housing have popped up to accommodate the influx of tourists. As such, she clutches her notebook under her arm, her eyes scanning for a bench with enough lighting to do some writing of her observations.
A loud shout reaches her ears, momentarily distracting her from the search as worry flares in her chest. It doesn't take her long to spot the young woman sitting by the river in obvious distress, and Elizabeth rushes forward. "Hey! Are you okay?" Just as the words leave her mouth, she notices the bread that the woman reaches for - the one floating lazily in the current.
Reaching out with her telekinesis, she plucks the food from the clutches of the water to deposit it in her hand, the sopping texture making her nose wrinkle. Elizabeth offers it gingerly for the woman's inspection, sympathies thick in her brown eyes. "Ah. I don't think you want to eat this anymore." As she looks for where she might set the soggy mass, she notices how hungry she is (for something other than wet bread), deciding that this woman might also benefit from some new food. "I think I saw a bakery just down the street. I was heading that way anyways, if you want to join me." Finally choosing a nearby rock to empty her hands, Elizabeth wipes her damp palms on her brown travel pants before giving the woman a friendly smile.
A loud shout reaches her ears, momentarily distracting her from the search as worry flares in her chest. It doesn't take her long to spot the young woman sitting by the river in obvious distress, and Elizabeth rushes forward. "Hey! Are you okay?" Just as the words leave her mouth, she notices the bread that the woman reaches for - the one floating lazily in the current.
Reaching out with her telekinesis, she plucks the food from the clutches of the water to deposit it in her hand, the sopping texture making her nose wrinkle. Elizabeth offers it gingerly for the woman's inspection, sympathies thick in her brown eyes. "Ah. I don't think you want to eat this anymore." As she looks for where she might set the soggy mass, she notices how hungry she is (for something other than wet bread), deciding that this woman might also benefit from some new food. "I think I saw a bakery just down the street. I was heading that way anyways, if you want to join me." Finally choosing a nearby rock to empty her hands, Elizabeth wipes her damp palms on her brown travel pants before giving the woman a friendly smile.
There is beauty in the journey, regardless of the outcome.
Let's grieve and hope and fight together.
Let's grieve and hope and fight together.
