Elizabeth
Perhaps she should be more worried about the mischievous glint in his eyes, but Elizabeth is pretty good at reading people, and he's not giving off 'danger.' Instead, she accepts the advice with casual ease. "True. If it'd been Pierce, I don't think I'd have stood a chance - at least not without my magic." And that barrier had certainly done something to her abilities, leaving her more vulnerable than usual.
Elizabeth lets her eyes sweep over the expanse of water again, more analytical than before. "That's a good question... maybe next time I'll take some time studying it instead of falling asleep." Tucking that stubborn strand of hair back behind her ear, she briefly wonders if she should just accept her predicament and do some research of the area. Someone would eventually find her after all, or maybe this man would be willing to send help.
Laughing lightly at his choice of amusement and curious what it says about him, her smile is as warm as the sand tickling her bare feet. "I'm Elizabeth. And thanks. I guess?" Since she isn't really sure what 'this' is either. Shrugging her shoulders, the curve of her lips turns more playful. "I don't have any donuts to offer, but you're welcome to join me. Or if you have some place to be, maybe you'd be willing to send a boat my way?" At least then she wouldn't have to start preparing to stay the night on the island.
Elizabeth lets her eyes sweep over the expanse of water again, more analytical than before. "That's a good question... maybe next time I'll take some time studying it instead of falling asleep." Tucking that stubborn strand of hair back behind her ear, she briefly wonders if she should just accept her predicament and do some research of the area. Someone would eventually find her after all, or maybe this man would be willing to send help.
Laughing lightly at his choice of amusement and curious what it says about him, her smile is as warm as the sand tickling her bare feet. "I'm Elizabeth. And thanks. I guess?" Since she isn't really sure what 'this' is either. Shrugging her shoulders, the curve of her lips turns more playful. "I don't have any donuts to offer, but you're welcome to join me. Or if you have some place to be, maybe you'd be willing to send a boat my way?" At least then she wouldn't have to start preparing to stay the night on the island.
Sometimes in the waves of change
we find our true direction
we find our true direction
