Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
Once they'd finished up their mimosas and Alys had departed, Elizabeth gathered a pile of books that had sat separately from the others. "These are a few books that came to mind when we last spoke. Theory of the Human Mind. Secrets of Psychology. The Power of Thinking. And The Languages of Love." With each title, she set the book down, punctuated in the soft thud of its pages. Her hand lingered on the last one as she smiled at Iskra. "I thought you might find this one the most interesting, but the others could prove to be effective sleep aids." Her brown eyes twinkled with amusement, a slight teasing there. They might not make great pillows, but he might find his head resting there regardless, lulled by big words and convoluted concepts.
Elizabeth glanced out the window where Goose had been exiled, casual as she began placing the books into a bag for him to carry the hefty texts. "If you're not in a rush to get anywhere, why don't we check out the new hot springs? I haven't had a chance to see how everything turned out yet, and then you could ask me any questions that have come up since we saw each other last." Reminded of how easy their previous conversation had been, her smile was warm and inviting when she looked up, the suggestion more for her than him.
Elizabeth glanced out the window where Goose had been exiled, casual as she began placing the books into a bag for him to carry the hefty texts. "If you're not in a rush to get anywhere, why don't we check out the new hot springs? I haven't had a chance to see how everything turned out yet, and then you could ask me any questions that have come up since we saw each other last." Reminded of how easy their previous conversation had been, her smile was warm and inviting when she looked up, the suggestion more for her than him.
Elizabeth
