Water is a mirror, reflecting our strengths and weaknesses, our hopes and fears.
She can tell Iskra doesn't really know how to explain his reasoning, but luckily he doesn't have to; Elizabeth gets the gist, and she's willing to walk alongside him as he figures it out. Her smile stays ever-present on her lips, encouraging as he describes the uncomfortable natural progression of almost every child: admitting when your parents were right. As maturity grows, so does the recognition that they might have actually known what they were talking about sometimes. But that also comes with the realization that they were human and had faults of their own.
When he finally finishes, Elizabeth offers a reassuring smile that strives to steady his wavering uncertainty. "There's nothing wrong with that. There's plenty of time to figure out your own thoughts and how you want to live out their legacy."
Her eyes instinctually follow the lines of his body as he lifts out, catching herself in time to turn her gaze to Goose and his own attractive form. Similarly pruned (and trying to distract herself), Elizabeth follows Iskra's example; she places her palms flat and pushes herself from the water, having forgotten any embarrassment in the relaxing heat and conversation. With a twist, she sits next to him, leaning back on her hands and kicking her feet against the spring as the cooler air begins to chill the moisture on her skin in tiny rivulets of steam.
Talk of weapons and magic aren't something she's as skilled in, but she grants him an approving nod. "That sounds like a good place to start, although remember to take time to relax every once in a while." Letting her eyes fall to him again, there's a teasing smirk on her lips, knowing that her nagging therapist hat is on full display.
When he finally finishes, Elizabeth offers a reassuring smile that strives to steady his wavering uncertainty. "There's nothing wrong with that. There's plenty of time to figure out your own thoughts and how you want to live out their legacy."
Her eyes instinctually follow the lines of his body as he lifts out, catching herself in time to turn her gaze to Goose and his own attractive form. Similarly pruned (and trying to distract herself), Elizabeth follows Iskra's example; she places her palms flat and pushes herself from the water, having forgotten any embarrassment in the relaxing heat and conversation. With a twist, she sits next to him, leaning back on her hands and kicking her feet against the spring as the cooler air begins to chill the moisture on her skin in tiny rivulets of steam.
Talk of weapons and magic aren't something she's as skilled in, but she grants him an approving nod. "That sounds like a good place to start, although remember to take time to relax every once in a while." Letting her eyes fall to him again, there's a teasing smirk on her lips, knowing that her nagging therapist hat is on full display.
Elizabeth
