Eliza
Eliza gave him a tight-lipped grin, but decided not to speak on the comment. She was good at first impressions. Over fifty years of life tended to have that effect, but some would argue the opposite since she hadn’t been exposed to many outside of her own kind.
A sparkle came to her eyes when he described the game from his youth, and she wondered how it worked. If the phrase was passed from ear to ear, wouldn’t it remain the same? Unless someone deliberately changed it, but wouldn’t that too close to a lie? Her mind whirled with the possible technicalities of this game that Remi described, and she decided that she wanted to try it out sometime.
His question was very straightforward, and she decided to give him an equally straightforward answer. “I am,” she admitted, giving a short nod to him. She wasn’t going to give him much more information than that, but she almost wanted to dare him to try to ask. If nothing else, to see how bright these new people were.
Her wings spread fully and moved rapidly to show off her flight ability, lifting her a few inches off the ground before she returned to her solid footing. Very rarely did she show off any arrogance, as she felt it was rude to do, but a display as small as that wasn’t anything too bad.
“What are you?” She asked, an inquisitive expression overtaking her face. “And what are you doing all the way out here?”
