her eyes they know too much
The illusionist shrugs, laughter on her lips. "You tell me. I haven't been in this world long enough to be able to answer that." Listening to this explanation, Eloise steps closer, as if seeing Delphia like some mythical creature now for the first time. Her dark eyes scour the freckled face, the beach-waved hair, the ocean-blue eyes. "Demi-goddess..." She repeats, the word somehow feeling prophetic on her lips.
'Once upon a time it might have made me feel that way." Eloise replies, folding her arms loosely across her chest. "Not knowing how to address you..how deeply to bow, what the expectations were. Though this world is so strange I expect I could know everything about its social customs and still do something wrong, so.." Shrugging her shoulders, she merely tipped her head back to laugh brightly, eyes nearly closed with amusement. "..fuck it, I suppose?"
'Once upon a time it might have made me feel that way." Eloise replies, folding her arms loosely across her chest. "Not knowing how to address you..how deeply to bow, what the expectations were. Though this world is so strange I expect I could know everything about its social customs and still do something wrong, so.." Shrugging her shoulders, she merely tipped her head back to laugh brightly, eyes nearly closed with amusement. "..fuck it, I suppose?"
she'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch
