| The future belongs to those |
Laughing, she shakes her head, "I fail to see how throwing rocks prepares you for knives." Nothing is the same; size, shape, aerodynamics, Elizabeth can't think of any reason it might help prepare the woman to throw with such skill. However, if it worked for Flora, she has to wonder if it might work for her...
Her laughter continues to flow, warm and free despite the biting breeze that brushes her rosy cheeks. "Okay. Shelving books. That's something I can understand. If you throw it, I'll get it to the right shelf." Elizabeth's grin speaks of confidence in her 'shelving' abilities, even if they might not translate to sharp flying weapons. Shrugging her shoulders without an ounce of concern, she adds, "Either way it's a win. Ningos can be real jerks, and they deserve a little bit of fear in their lives."
Her laughter continues to flow, warm and free despite the biting breeze that brushes her rosy cheeks. "Okay. Shelving books. That's something I can understand. If you throw it, I'll get it to the right shelf." Elizabeth's grin speaks of confidence in her 'shelving' abilities, even if they might not translate to sharp flying weapons. Shrugging her shoulders without an ounce of concern, she adds, "Either way it's a win. Ningos can be real jerks, and they deserve a little bit of fear in their lives."
Elizabeth
| who believe in the beauty of their dreams |
