Elizabeth Moore
Elizabeth doesn't say another word as he grunts in response to her miniature outburst, something she'd never done before. It was just that something about him. He can get under her skin so easily, especially when he criticizes her people. She eats her apple quietly, trying to forget about the insult. She glances back over at him as he speaks up again. Frown at the nickname. "Elizabeth," She corrects him. She doesn't let many people use nicknames when talking to her, just friends and family, and he's neither. She is quiet for a few moments, debating whether or not she should answer his question, not really wanting to reveal personal information about herself. 'Well, he'll be dead soon,' She thinks, figuring it's not like he could really tell anyone what she tells him.
"Yeah, my dad taught me." She says with a small nod of her head. "He was in the king's guard as well. He was one of the best." She says, a small smile tugging on her lip as she thinks about her father. "He started to teach me, as soon as I was strong enough to hold the sword up." She adds, glancing up at the sky, reminiscing. It's like as soon as she starts talking, she can't make herself stop. "He was killed, a couple years ago. By your people." She says, the hatred slipping into her voice. She shakes her head, quickly shaking the thoughts away. "He was a great man." She says, leaving it at that.
Elizabeth doesn't say another word as he grunts in response to her miniature outburst, something she'd never done before. It was just that something about him. He can get under her skin so easily, especially when he criticizes her people. She eats her apple quietly, trying to forget about the insult. She glances back over at him as he speaks up again. Frown at the nickname. "Elizabeth," She corrects him. She doesn't let many people use nicknames when talking to her, just friends and family, and he's neither. She is quiet for a few moments, debating whether or not she should answer his question, not really wanting to reveal personal information about herself. 'Well, he'll be dead soon,' She thinks, figuring it's not like he could really tell anyone what she tells him.
"Yeah, my dad taught me." She says with a small nod of her head. "He was in the king's guard as well. He was one of the best." She says, a small smile tugging on her lip as she thinks about her father. "He started to teach me, as soon as I was strong enough to hold the sword up." She adds, glancing up at the sky, reminiscing. It's like as soon as she starts talking, she can't make herself stop. "He was killed, a couple years ago. By your people." She says, the hatred slipping into her voice. She shakes her head, quickly shaking the thoughts away. "He was a great man." She says, leaving it at that.