Elizabeth
Well shit.
Elizabeth wakes up with a view very different than her previous one. An expanse of water opens up before her eyes, glittering and blue with only a few speckles of land that dot the horizon a lot father from where they were before. It's hard to tell with the slight fog still on her post-nap brain, but as she rubs her eyes, she's fairly certain that the island has moved. She'd waded onto a nearby stretch of land to get some peace after helping calm the chaos of the party, and now she can barely swim back to the mainland.
Muttering under her breath, Elizabeth moves to stand, brushing the excess sand clear from her warming skin and pulling her pink shawl over the cream bikini she still wears. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear then crosses her arms and pops out a hip, debating what exactly to do next. Maybe she should call for help. She could scream or shoot some lightning into the sky. Or maybe she should just try to swim; but Halo isn't known for its comfortable swimming locations and she didn't have a lot of practice growing up.
Her lips quirk in concentration, debating her options while hoping something else might magically appear to save her.
Elizabeth wakes up with a view very different than her previous one. An expanse of water opens up before her eyes, glittering and blue with only a few speckles of land that dot the horizon a lot father from where they were before. It's hard to tell with the slight fog still on her post-nap brain, but as she rubs her eyes, she's fairly certain that the island has moved. She'd waded onto a nearby stretch of land to get some peace after helping calm the chaos of the party, and now she can barely swim back to the mainland.
Muttering under her breath, Elizabeth moves to stand, brushing the excess sand clear from her warming skin and pulling her pink shawl over the cream bikini she still wears. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear then crosses her arms and pops out a hip, debating what exactly to do next. Maybe she should call for help. She could scream or shoot some lightning into the sky. Or maybe she should just try to swim; but Halo isn't known for its comfortable swimming locations and she didn't have a lot of practice growing up.
Her lips quirk in concentration, debating her options while hoping something else might magically appear to save her.
Sometimes in the waves of change
we find our true direction
we find our true direction
