A grin spread over her lips when he commented on her way of introducing herself. Via berry wasn’t the worst way she had done it, so he should have been grateful. Regardless, she partially guessed that it was a rhetorical question, so she didn’t answer him, merely pressing her lips into a thin line to try and hide the grin his curiosity was drawing from her.
Eliza put the arrow back in her quiver, but she still held her bow, thumbing the wood gently and squinting at the man. Jigano, as he introduced himself. She didn’t hide her grin at his release of his name.
“If boldness is unfamiliar in your usual questions, you must not often associate with those who play word games.” An advantage for her, she hoped. Her people had a certain inability that these new folks were able to use against them; lying. She couldn’t, they could. It was a little unfair, but years of word play had taught her well. Made her a little petty, but taught her well.
There was a pause of silence when he mentioned her wings, followed by the question about her race. She gave a short nod with a sideways grin. “I’m Eliza,” she said.
Another pause, as she continued to observe him. Over fifty years of life had given her some insight into the mind and how it manifested, but she didn’t really like using that knowledge often. Mostly because she generally preferred the solitude of the woods.
“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” Wings, of course. Her wings spread their full length, the design remarkably close to that of a dragonfly, catching and reflecting the sunlight with small glimmers on the wings intricately unique designs. “What do you know of the Fae?”
Eliza put the arrow back in her quiver, but she still held her bow, thumbing the wood gently and squinting at the man. Jigano, as he introduced himself. She didn’t hide her grin at his release of his name.
“If boldness is unfamiliar in your usual questions, you must not often associate with those who play word games.” An advantage for her, she hoped. Her people had a certain inability that these new folks were able to use against them; lying. She couldn’t, they could. It was a little unfair, but years of word play had taught her well. Made her a little petty, but taught her well.
There was a pause of silence when he mentioned her wings, followed by the question about her race. She gave a short nod with a sideways grin. “I’m Eliza,” she said.
Another pause, as she continued to observe him. Over fifty years of life had given her some insight into the mind and how it manifested, but she didn’t really like using that knowledge often. Mostly because she generally preferred the solitude of the woods.
“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” Wings, of course. Her wings spread their full length, the design remarkably close to that of a dragonfly, catching and reflecting the sunlight with small glimmers on the wings intricately unique designs. “What do you know of the Fae?”
