The Airship There; Everything is so new and unusual here that much of Elizabeth's trip thus far has been one of disorientation so keen as to make her head swim. The airship's very appearance has struck her keenly, leaving her gaping in mute wonder outside of it as others passed her by to enter.
Once she had gathered her wits about her again, she followed along with the crowd and eventually saw herself seated. It didn't last for long because Elizabeth was as desperately curious as she was desperately fearful. She always rose up in the face of challenge and even now as she approached the glass front of the ship near the viewing seats, her heart pounded away in her chest.
Eventually she had to sit, just a touch shaky in one of those viewing seats, unknowingly joining the table of another. Her eyes were so glued on the glass itself that it wasn't for another moment that she noted the other person - unless they spoke first of course.
Either way a quick flush rises in her cheeks as she blinks at her companion in surprise. "Pardon me."
Thaumaturgy 101; In Elizabeth's opinion, the professor is a quick draw on his symbol making. A little too quick as she's fairly sure she's managed to miss some part of the simple or other just in the time it takes to blink.
For a moment she sits with wand poised as she had seen him do and then sort of... sits here. And then her brow furrows.
"I have not the faintest notion of how one begins such a symbol." Had she not even caught the very beginning?
Elizabeth Bennet | Pride and Prejudice
Everything is so new and unusual here that much of Elizabeth's trip thus far has been one of disorientation so keen as to make her head swim. The airship's very appearance has struck her keenly, leaving her gaping in mute wonder outside of it as others passed her by to enter.
Once she had gathered her wits about her again, she followed along with the crowd and eventually saw herself seated. It didn't last for long because Elizabeth was as desperately curious as she was desperately fearful. She always rose up in the face of challenge and even now as she approached the glass front of the ship near the viewing seats, her heart pounded away in her chest.
Eventually she had to sit, just a touch shaky in one of those viewing seats, unknowingly joining the table of another. Her eyes were so glued on the glass itself that it wasn't for another moment that she noted the other person - unless they spoke first of course.
Either way a quick flush rises in her cheeks as she blinks at her companion in surprise. "Pardon me."
Thaumaturgy 101;
In Elizabeth's opinion, the professor is a quick draw on his symbol making. A little too quick as she's fairly sure she's managed to miss some part of the simple or other just in the time it takes to blink.
For a moment she sits with wand poised as she had seen him do and then sort of... sits here. And then her brow furrows.
"I have not the faintest notion of how one begins such a symbol." Had she not even caught the very beginning?