Elizabeth
Take a step back, evaluate what is important, and enjoy life.
Tapping her pen against her lips, Elizabeth puzzled over the writing on her paper, trying to decide what it was missing. She'd been working on it for a day and a half, and the creative juices had been lacking, leaving her with a half-finished limerick on a half-crumpled sheet of paper. Her skills had always been on the logical and rational side, not the free-spirited creative side, so this task from Vox was something she hadn't been expecting to do well, but it was still frustrating.
It wasn't until she made her way through part of the Greenwing, an ache spreading in her chilled fingers, that she saw the final line, the questions she'd laid out for Vox. Elizabeth tilted her head, reading it quietly under her breath to see how it flowed, the crunch of snow beneath her feet punctuating her words.
Satisfied with it, she gave a nod of her head, moving to fold it and stow it withing her bag.
It wasn't until she made her way through part of the Greenwing, an ache spreading in her chilled fingers, that she saw the final line, the questions she'd laid out for Vox. Elizabeth tilted her head, reading it quietly under her breath to see how it flowed, the crunch of snow beneath her feet punctuating her words.
Vox, you intrigue me.
What could your purpose be?
What do you hope to find?
By invading our mind?
What is the Family?
Satisfied with it, she gave a nod of her head, moving to fold it and stow it withing her bag.
