Elizabeth
"I suppose it can't hurt, although I haven't the faintest idea where to start." He's already seen her very 'impressive' stance, and she gives him an amused smile. "Any tips?" From one person with magic to another (and someone who's obviously not a soldier), Elizabeth wonders if he might be less judgmental of her lacking skills.
As for her abilities - "No. It took a second for me to notice, but my magic went dormant at the party." She raises her hand, a few tendrils of lightning sparking across her fingertips. Shrugging her shoulders, the electricity gets absorbed into her veins, settling back to the familiar hum beneath her skin. "Based on the glares being shot at the host, I'd venture to say he had something to do with it." Although there's always the possibility of another source.
Chuckling, Elizabeth follows Danta down the coastline, her eyes turning to inspect the distant mainland. "I could even draw you a map if it helps." Especially as he confirms being from the Grounds - the Theocrat of the Grounds. Her brows raise, even more curious about the man and his peculiar image as a leader. There are plenty of leadership styles and preferences, but she's rarely read of such casual and... exuberant individuals in the position to guide others.
She sketches out her own mock curtsey with her shawl, a playful smile on her face as she scans him with more interest. "I'm honored."
As for her abilities - "No. It took a second for me to notice, but my magic went dormant at the party." She raises her hand, a few tendrils of lightning sparking across her fingertips. Shrugging her shoulders, the electricity gets absorbed into her veins, settling back to the familiar hum beneath her skin. "Based on the glares being shot at the host, I'd venture to say he had something to do with it." Although there's always the possibility of another source.
Chuckling, Elizabeth follows Danta down the coastline, her eyes turning to inspect the distant mainland. "I could even draw you a map if it helps." Especially as he confirms being from the Grounds - the Theocrat of the Grounds. Her brows raise, even more curious about the man and his peculiar image as a leader. There are plenty of leadership styles and preferences, but she's rarely read of such casual and... exuberant individuals in the position to guide others.
She sketches out her own mock curtsey with her shawl, a playful smile on her face as she scans him with more interest. "I'm honored."
Sometimes in the waves of change
we find our true direction
we find our true direction
