Elias
Elias's lips twitched, and he smiled softly. "No, but you're unique. Everyone is, in their own way, yours is just... noticeable." But there was more to her than her appearance, he was certain. "A lot of the native women are... hmm, they know they're beautiful, and it's twisted them into acting ugly. But with you... there's the beauty of your appearance and, I think, a beauty in how you act." His gaze roamed over her, she didn't act against others as far as he could tell, and as he thought about that, he moved to dig through his basket until he found the item that he wanted.
By the time he had, she was questioning about the thief, and Elias offered a grin, "Well... thieves have a code." He held the pink stone up for her to see, "Besides, she paid her rent with this," he felt pretty certain of the thief he'd taken in, though Phoebe may have a point, it was Torchline.
By the time he had, she was questioning about the thief, and Elias offered a grin, "Well... thieves have a code." He held the pink stone up for her to see, "Besides, she paid her rent with this," he felt pretty certain of the thief he'd taken in, though Phoebe may have a point, it was Torchline.
I'm so tired of the shore, let me in, baby,
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
