Elizabeth C. James
Elizabeth noticed the sour expression that plagued Bobby's face as he passed by, and her bright smile twisted into a slight frown. What had she slept through the night before? Why had no one woken her up? She figured that was why they looked so glum, and why Emiliano was burying himself in frosty pints of beer. She wanted to reach over and pat his back, but she was afraid he would pass out with the slightest touch. So instead she turned her focus back on Bobby, looking into his bloodshot eyes.
"I missed excitement? Would you like to explain to me what it was that I missed? Because that would be heavenly, I would ask my pal Emiliano, but he seems a bit distraught if you ask me. I wouldn't want to fray his nerves."She chuckled to herself, but at the mention of food her stomach growled. She simply shrugged when Bobby asked what she wanted, and peeked at the beer mugs.
"Any food item you can whip up, and small glass of ale. Thanks Bobby." She straightened her posture so she wasn't sliding on the counter, she picked at her armor and waited patiently for her food. She hoped today wasn't normal, that was the last thing she needed at this point. With all the things that had supposedly happened the night before, she hoped there would come a chance to redeem herself on the battlefield. The background noise of the tavern relaxed her, and her eyes fell heavily.
She had been moments from sleep, when a shuffle occurred behind her. She twisted in her chair, and found herself looking at a new boy-no, he was definitely a man-and her mouth parted into an 'o'. He was very handsome, and he looked at her with one of the most charming smiles she had seen. Then, he started to speak French, of all things.
"Bonjour mademoiselle , vous êtes certainement la plus belle chose qu'un homme peut espérer voir le matin.." Elizabeth scanned her brain to remember her boring French lessons. When she interpreted his response, she smiled flirtatiously.
"Eh bien, vous êtes un site pour les yeux vous-même. Mon nom est Elizabeth , mais s'il vous plaît appelez-moi Liz. Vous êtes tout à fait le charmeur, où avez-vous appris le français?"Then, out of the blue, while she was still focused on Flint, another voice appeared beside them. Bobby had told her about another female hunter, but she had yet to meet her.
"Morning Emiliano, Flint and...is it...Elizabeth?" Elizabeth nodded and waved at the girl, but before she had a chance to reply, the girl started talking again. Elizabeth shrugged it off, and turned back to the counter.
