Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
Surprised, she pauses in her slowly shifting movements. "You use unicorns for your carts?" There's a childish wonder in her eyes that implies she would very much like to accompany him some time just to see the regal creatures. If she could always be in their presence, she would, calming and secure.
Elizabeth glances to Goose again, equally as playful when she says, "Not necessarily, but I already know you'd be obligated to say dogs. Otherwise, you might get smothered in your sleep." After all, cats aren't the only ones who find their owner's face to be a comfortable bed to sleep on, and she gets the sense that Goose knows enough to make it intentional should Iskra offend him.
Ignoring the subtle flex (literally), she listens to his variety of creatures, large and small, predator and prey, all so unrelated and random that she can't help but laugh. "Might as well be a hybrid with all those choices." Although the words are teasing, she doesn't pick at him for long, sinking a little lower in the water so that the tips of her hair float around her shoulders. "You know, with the exception of bears, the animals you listed are pretty social - and most of them involve more than a little chaos." Her smirk is brief but suggestive.
"However, the most interesting thing about all the ones you mentioned is that in some capacity, they collect various items: wood, food, twigs, acorns." Elizabeth dives fully into the analytical aspect of it, tucking that stubborn strand of hair while she figures out the meaning of his various picks. "I'd guess that you have a habit of collecting things - although I'd venture to say it's more likely to be facts than physical objects." Considering how interested he'd been in learning, and how much he seems to remember little details. Tilting her head, she adds, "Along with a strong inclination for action and change that can sometimes be mistaken as spastic energy - like squirrels." The smile on her lips is mischievous and a tad smug with her own assessment, willing him to contradict her.
Elizabeth glances to Goose again, equally as playful when she says, "Not necessarily, but I already know you'd be obligated to say dogs. Otherwise, you might get smothered in your sleep." After all, cats aren't the only ones who find their owner's face to be a comfortable bed to sleep on, and she gets the sense that Goose knows enough to make it intentional should Iskra offend him.
Ignoring the subtle flex (literally), she listens to his variety of creatures, large and small, predator and prey, all so unrelated and random that she can't help but laugh. "Might as well be a hybrid with all those choices." Although the words are teasing, she doesn't pick at him for long, sinking a little lower in the water so that the tips of her hair float around her shoulders. "You know, with the exception of bears, the animals you listed are pretty social - and most of them involve more than a little chaos." Her smirk is brief but suggestive.
"However, the most interesting thing about all the ones you mentioned is that in some capacity, they collect various items: wood, food, twigs, acorns." Elizabeth dives fully into the analytical aspect of it, tucking that stubborn strand of hair while she figures out the meaning of his various picks. "I'd guess that you have a habit of collecting things - although I'd venture to say it's more likely to be facts than physical objects." Considering how interested he'd been in learning, and how much he seems to remember little details. Tilting her head, she adds, "Along with a strong inclination for action and change that can sometimes be mistaken as spastic energy - like squirrels." The smile on her lips is mischievous and a tad smug with her own assessment, willing him to contradict her.
Elizabeth
