i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
El listened and nodded along as Sohalia replied, not especially surprised that she knew someone who sounded like the mayor of this town. She was so kind and clearly very worldly, perhaps even rich. El understood these qualities were helpful in getting access to powerful relationships. It was quite helpful at the moment, considering that Eleftheria was definitely not in a position to "take down" any poachers, for all they wished they could.
The waitress, a buxom middle-aged woman with red hair and a friendly face, came back to their table with two drinks and a small box El supposed was for first aid. They took the opportunity to order food for themselves and allowed Soh to do the same. Then the waitress bustled away again.
El looked at the first aid kit, sipping their ale. They moved forward to open the box, intending to clean their wound on their own, but as they opened it, they realized they recognized very little of the items besides the bandages. They picked up the roll of cloth, then put it back in.
"I think I'll just leave it for after we eat, actually. It doesn't hurt at all." They knew it wasn't a convincing fib, but they made the choice without thinking and had to bear the outcome no matter which way it went. They picked up their ale again, cursed themselves for not asking for water, and took another big swig. This time with their injured arm.
The waitress, a buxom middle-aged woman with red hair and a friendly face, came back to their table with two drinks and a small box El supposed was for first aid. They took the opportunity to order food for themselves and allowed Soh to do the same. Then the waitress bustled away again.
El looked at the first aid kit, sipping their ale. They moved forward to open the box, intending to clean their wound on their own, but as they opened it, they realized they recognized very little of the items besides the bandages. They picked up the roll of cloth, then put it back in.
"I think I'll just leave it for after we eat, actually. It doesn't hurt at all." They knew it wasn't a convincing fib, but they made the choice without thinking and had to bear the outcome no matter which way it went. They picked up their ale again, cursed themselves for not asking for water, and took another big swig. This time with their injured arm.
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
