unfamiliar shores

Elizabeth

The sentiment is optimistic and full of a hope she doesn't often see in people. It has her smile brightening with warm appreciation. "That's a sweet way to look at things." Tilting her head, she adjusts her perception of Niki to fit the new piece as she offers him the spoon and bowl of chowder. "I definitely have all those qualities, but as you've said, they're not as noticeable, and mine aren't as easily translated to the unforgiving Tundra." She doesn't think having a strong mental fortitude would do much more than prolong her suffering in the icy wilderness. That doesn't mean she's any less satisfied with who she is, but she won't pretend that she's as physically resilient as the natural Halovians.

Niki, on the other hand, seems to be heartier than his appearance suggests, and Elizabeth is grinning to hear the motivation and accompanying laughter. She joins in with a small bubble of a laugh that shimmers in her eyes. "Sounds like you've been preparing for it your whole life." The Spyglass doesn't stand a chance.

Beginning to feel full from the abundance of food, Elizabeth lowers her fork, poised in her fingers like a pen. Her voice is nonchalant, expression casual when she freely admits, "I'm a therapist, so I travel wherever is most convenient for my clients." Always happy to let people brush over the controversial topic or linger as they please, she taps a finger against the end of the utensil. "And what about you, Niki? What do you do for work?"

Dive into the sea of thought,
and find there pearls beyond price.