Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
Sliding the last book into the bag, Elizabeth smirks and offers it to Iskra. "I think I can handle a little drool. Just don't get any blood on it from your bleeding heart." She shivers dramatically but gives him a playful wrinkle of her nose. There's some truth in her words even if it's a joke. Blood is not her cup of tea, and as much as it would pain her, she'd probably have to burn the book if it returned in such a condition.
Her eyes follow as Goose directs the traffic of the street with his long stick barrier, earning him giggles from children and exasperated smiles from adults. Letting her laughter warm the space between them, she shakes her head emphatically. "Seriously. I could barely walk the next day, and I didn't do nearly as much digging as you guys." The magic exertion had played a major part in her own exhaustion. It always had a draining effect that left her sore and tired. All the more reason to take a soak in the hot springs.
Elizabeth appreciates the easy jokes and doesn't shy away from the bright smiles that flow between them. "Not unless you like wearing bikinis." She tucks her strand of hair again, winking in a way that suggests he wouldn't. They may be nice to look at, but it's for the aesthetic rather than functionality, and unless he intends to wear it purely for comedic purposes, she might caution him against it.
"Let me just change and we can head out." Then she spins on her heels to enter her room, doing her best to be quick, yet it's embarrassing how long it takes her to decide on which swimsuit to wear. She doesn't want to give the wrong impression, but she also wouldn't mind looking cute at the springs. But would that make him uncomfortable? She'd hate to lose their growing friendship. Although if he's the type to stumble through a conversation about smut books, she doubts he'll be bashful about whatever she decides to wear.
Throwing on the chosen bikini and a warm pink jacket that falls to her knees, she hopes it will be enough to protect her until they're in the heat of the water. Elizabeth steps out to join Iskra, sliding her feet into a pair of fuzzy boots and granting him an excited smile. "Okay. Lead the way!"
Her eyes follow as Goose directs the traffic of the street with his long stick barrier, earning him giggles from children and exasperated smiles from adults. Letting her laughter warm the space between them, she shakes her head emphatically. "Seriously. I could barely walk the next day, and I didn't do nearly as much digging as you guys." The magic exertion had played a major part in her own exhaustion. It always had a draining effect that left her sore and tired. All the more reason to take a soak in the hot springs.
Elizabeth appreciates the easy jokes and doesn't shy away from the bright smiles that flow between them. "Not unless you like wearing bikinis." She tucks her strand of hair again, winking in a way that suggests he wouldn't. They may be nice to look at, but it's for the aesthetic rather than functionality, and unless he intends to wear it purely for comedic purposes, she might caution him against it.
"Let me just change and we can head out." Then she spins on her heels to enter her room, doing her best to be quick, yet it's embarrassing how long it takes her to decide on which swimsuit to wear. She doesn't want to give the wrong impression, but she also wouldn't mind looking cute at the springs. But would that make him uncomfortable? She'd hate to lose their growing friendship. Although if he's the type to stumble through a conversation about smut books, she doubts he'll be bashful about whatever she decides to wear.
Throwing on the chosen bikini and a warm pink jacket that falls to her knees, she hopes it will be enough to protect her until they're in the heat of the water. Elizabeth steps out to join Iskra, sliding her feet into a pair of fuzzy boots and granting him an excited smile. "Okay. Lead the way!"
Elizabeth
