Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
Her eyes shimmer with the intensity of her interest, curious to hear his answer as she drifts through the water. The depth of his consideration flatters her, the answer ringing true in most sense. Iskra may seem like a muscly meat head when he flexes his arms to prop them against the side of the spring, but Elizabeth can appreciate that he puts a lot more thought into things than people might originally suspect.
Humming, she hovers just out of reach, the distance testing the waters the stir around her. "Hmm. I'd say that's pretty accurate - especially the part about 'balance' - although I might add confidence and intelligence among the attractive qualities." She smiles, bright and flushed in the heat that caresses her cheeks. "And what about you? What's your favorite animal?" Glancing at the dog still gnawing at his stick, she adds with a light tease, "Other than Goose, of course." Because she's already aware of that particular connection.
Humming, she hovers just out of reach, the distance testing the waters the stir around her. "Hmm. I'd say that's pretty accurate - especially the part about 'balance' - although I might add confidence and intelligence among the attractive qualities." She smiles, bright and flushed in the heat that caresses her cheeks. "And what about you? What's your favorite animal?" Glancing at the dog still gnawing at his stick, she adds with a light tease, "Other than Goose, of course." Because she's already aware of that particular connection.
Elizabeth
