Glasswing
Hemaris Thysbe
Elín was caught off guard. She did not expect, for a reason even she was unawar of, to be in a room with
someone who spoke a different language, despite the high likelihood of it. She just stared at Ziel until she
provided the translation. Upon receiving a translation, Elín responded with "Ég líka, er ánægður með að hitta
þig." Unlike Ziel, however, she did not provide any form of translation. Elín had assumed that, because of the
context, it would be obvious that she had said that she, too, was pleased to meet her. Elín laid her head back into
her pillow and sighed. She was growing tired. "I am glad to hear that our bed arrangement was not a hassle. I
don't want to get up."
Elín had not even eaten supper, and yet she was prepared to turn in for the night. That being said, she was
unable to. Light flooded into the room, preventing any form of sleep. Not only was Elín unable to sleep, she
hated bright light all together. Elín sprung up and listened reluctantly and listened to the voice. Elín didn't really
understand what it asked of everyone, but she did not really want retribution in her near future. She slid out of
bed, never having changed for the night, and stood up to her full height. She slipped on her lightweight gauntlets. Elín
started to head out of the room. She held the door open for Ziel, "We should head out." As oppose to earlier, her
voice wasn't particularly expressive, and neither was her face. She was unamused. Elín felt she was tricked out
of sleep.
someone who spoke a different language, despite the high likelihood of it. She just stared at Ziel until she
provided the translation. Upon receiving a translation, Elín responded with "Ég líka, er ánægður með að hitta
þig." Unlike Ziel, however, she did not provide any form of translation. Elín had assumed that, because of the
context, it would be obvious that she had said that she, too, was pleased to meet her. Elín laid her head back into
her pillow and sighed. She was growing tired. "I am glad to hear that our bed arrangement was not a hassle. I
don't want to get up."
Elín had not even eaten supper, and yet she was prepared to turn in for the night. That being said, she was
unable to. Light flooded into the room, preventing any form of sleep. Not only was Elín unable to sleep, she
hated bright light all together. Elín sprung up and listened reluctantly and listened to the voice. Elín didn't really
understand what it asked of everyone, but she did not really want retribution in her near future. She slid out of
bed, never having changed for the night, and stood up to her full height. She slipped on her lightweight gauntlets. Elín
started to head out of the room. She held the door open for Ziel, "We should head out." As oppose to earlier, her
voice wasn't particularly expressive, and neither was her face. She was unamused. Elín felt she was tricked out
of sleep.