Eliza
She watched Remi look out breathlessly at the water, and a small grin tugged at her lips. She bounced shortly, lifting herself to her toes and falling back down again, rocking on her heels.
Eliza crouched down again near the water’s edge, her feet tucked underneath her, as she looked at the deep red that the lichen has turned the water. An amused look passed over her face, seeing his awe at the sight of the crimson-colored water. She wanted to know what he was thinking, but decided against poking at him for the information.
When he asked about the lichen… Well, Eliza had a decision to make. This man was ignorant to the ways of the Greatwoods, unaware of the dangers and the unpredictability that the mystical place harbored. That, plus his questions not being as direct as they should be when talking to a Fae, practically handed her the opportunity to mess with him on a silver platter, and gods, it was so tempting.
She took her bottom lip between the teeth and dropped her head, her hair falling to cover her face. “Remi,” she whined, drawing out the last syllable of his name and leaning her head back to look at him. “I have to teach you how to talk to Fae.” She giggled lightly, making a mental note to do so likely the next time that they saw each other.
Springing to her feet, she jumped into the air and flitted over the water, the air from her wings causing the water to ripple about as much as her airy footsteps on the water’s surface did. Of course she wasn’t actually walking on water, her wings supporting her in the air, but it was just something she enjoyed doing every now and then.
“Yes,” she said, grinning at him. “It is safe to touch, and yes, you can just grab some. Just don’t eat it.” She might have left out some technicalities and catches about the lichen, but hey, that wasn’t her problem. Besides, she gave him a doubtful look, which was her way of giving him the opportunity to check himself and ask the right questions before he just grabbed hold of the lichen.
