| The future belongs to those |
She watches in awe as the daggers move it dangerously deadly arcs through the air, stabbing and slicing through the hay dummies. It's not until the woman turns to look at her - beautiful curls and aqua eyes greeting her - that Elizabeth realizes her lapse in manners. She raises her gloved hands in dismissive apology. "Oh no. You're fine. I didn't mean to stare." There's a hint of an embarrassed laugh on her lips at having been caught.
Nodding her head at the fan of weapons at her feet, her smile is warm and easy with approval. "You're really good at that. Are you using magic?" Her own telekinesis would probably act similar, so she wonders if that might be the case, or if there is some other mechanism that she can't see. The academic in her seeks to understand, to know how it functions and how it might be replicated, somewhat curious as to whether she might be able to do it herself.
Nodding her head at the fan of weapons at her feet, her smile is warm and easy with approval. "You're really good at that. Are you using magic?" Her own telekinesis would probably act similar, so she wonders if that might be the case, or if there is some other mechanism that she can't see. The academic in her seeks to understand, to know how it functions and how it might be replicated, somewhat curious as to whether she might be able to do it herself.
Elizabeth
| who believe in the beauty of their dreams |
