Elizabeth
Elizabeth watched each interaction with veiled interest, taking note of the tensions and longing and obvious approval that Vox's static somehow managed to portray. She found it fascinating, if not a little unsettling, although she didn't have much time to consider it before he was approaching her, plucking the book from her hands with his(?).
Smiling at his lack of interest in the history, she nodded her head in appropriate politeness. "Okay. Feel free to read it afterwards. Sometimes understanding our past helps us understand our current world better." A genuine recommendation if the Family planned on sticking around, because she knew the current viewpoint on them, and if they had any desire to change that, they might want to look to the past for answers.
With her sage advice imparted, Elizabeth waited her turn for the stairs, lifting the edge of her dress as she did her best not to trip. Only once she'd reached the top did she release her hold on the book, letting the pages flutter as gravity took hold.
Elizabeth drops the book.
Smiling at his lack of interest in the history, she nodded her head in appropriate politeness. "Okay. Feel free to read it afterwards. Sometimes understanding our past helps us understand our current world better." A genuine recommendation if the Family planned on sticking around, because she knew the current viewpoint on them, and if they had any desire to change that, they might want to look to the past for answers.
With her sage advice imparted, Elizabeth waited her turn for the stairs, lifting the edge of her dress as she did her best not to trip. Only once she'd reached the top did she release her hold on the book, letting the pages flutter as gravity took hold.
Elizabeth drops the book.
The good life is one inspired by love
and guided by knowledge.
and guided by knowledge.
