Elizabeth
She smiles at the jest, still very distracted by the flower but happy to hear she hadn't sustained any injuries - although pride can be slow to heal. Nodding her head gratefully at Theea's agreeance, Elizabeth is already moving to collect the flower. "Thank you." It takes some maneuvering to shift aside the planks, but she doesn't want to harm the roots and makes sure she exposes the dirt before gently lifting it from the soil. Luckily, she has a small leather pouch in her travel bag, pulling it out to reverently place the rose inside. As delicately as possible, she cinches the top, watching as the red and gold vanish within.
Elizabeth carefully secures the flower in her bag, making sure it isn't crushed beneath any of her books or other writing supplies. Standing, she gestures with her hand towards the street. "Come on. This flower isn't going to fill us up." She then leads them a little farther down the lamplit road, her mind forming plans to visit Deimos the moment she touches down to Halo in the morning. It doesn't take them long to reach a little shop that smells of yeast and fresh-baked bread, a warm glow flowing through the window and into the street, beckoning them forward.
A bell chimes above the door as they enter, announcing their arrival to the tall, lanky man behind the counter. Every feature is long and gentle, from his flowing red hair to his prominent nose between soft brown eyes all the way down to his hands kneading a lump of dough. He brightens at the sight of her, recognition passing over his face as he wipes his hands on his apron. "Elizabeth! I'm glad you found the place okay! Are you done with your session already? Here, let me get you something." Without letting her get a word in otherwise, he starts shifting behind the counter, gathering breads and jams with a buoyant energy that makes her laugh. "You're too kind, Pete." He lifts his head up to throw her another bright grin, not pausing in his tasks as he glances to Theea. "Does your friend want some too?" Elizabeth looks to her with an encouraging smile and a raise of her eyebrow in question, inviting her into the conversation.
Elizabeth takes Vi's Rose!
Elizabeth carefully secures the flower in her bag, making sure it isn't crushed beneath any of her books or other writing supplies. Standing, she gestures with her hand towards the street. "Come on. This flower isn't going to fill us up." She then leads them a little farther down the lamplit road, her mind forming plans to visit Deimos the moment she touches down to Halo in the morning. It doesn't take them long to reach a little shop that smells of yeast and fresh-baked bread, a warm glow flowing through the window and into the street, beckoning them forward.
A bell chimes above the door as they enter, announcing their arrival to the tall, lanky man behind the counter. Every feature is long and gentle, from his flowing red hair to his prominent nose between soft brown eyes all the way down to his hands kneading a lump of dough. He brightens at the sight of her, recognition passing over his face as he wipes his hands on his apron. "Elizabeth! I'm glad you found the place okay! Are you done with your session already? Here, let me get you something." Without letting her get a word in otherwise, he starts shifting behind the counter, gathering breads and jams with a buoyant energy that makes her laugh. "You're too kind, Pete." He lifts his head up to throw her another bright grin, not pausing in his tasks as he glances to Theea. "Does your friend want some too?" Elizabeth looks to her with an encouraging smile and a raise of her eyebrow in question, inviting her into the conversation.
Elizabeth takes Vi's Rose!
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.
