Elizabeth Moore
Elizabeth glances over at her sword, which she left laying by the fire, a sad look in her eyes. "It was my father's." She says quietly, moving away from Flint a little to sit down next to him. "The king told me he was killed in battle, up in your lands. The guards were under such heavy attack they couldn't get his body. The only thing they were able to grab was his sword." She says, biting her bottom lip as she brings her legs up to her chest, loosely wrapping her arms around them, remembering the day she received the news. It was actually the day she graduated from the academy. What was supposed to be a happy, glorious day; for her, was one of the worst days of her life. She swallows hard, glancing back over at Flint, "Now, what is this thing?" She asks, reaching over and picking up the skin a little, a slightly disgusted look on her face, trying to forget about the painful memories that come flooding back every time she talks about her father.
Elizabeth glances over at her sword, which she left laying by the fire, a sad look in her eyes. "It was my father's." She says quietly, moving away from Flint a little to sit down next to him. "The king told me he was killed in battle, up in your lands. The guards were under such heavy attack they couldn't get his body. The only thing they were able to grab was his sword." She says, biting her bottom lip as she brings her legs up to her chest, loosely wrapping her arms around them, remembering the day she received the news. It was actually the day she graduated from the academy. What was supposed to be a happy, glorious day; for her, was one of the worst days of her life. She swallows hard, glancing back over at Flint, "Now, what is this thing?" She asks, reaching over and picking up the skin a little, a slightly disgusted look on her face, trying to forget about the painful memories that come flooding back every time she talks about her father.