Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25464065-20141213030111/@comment-25464065-20141220182943

Elise's head jerked upward, however slightly, when she realized Glaukos actually had been listening when they first met. She sucked her teeth and chose to look down at her knees for a moment. They were, perhaps, the more telling part of her body - definitely detracting from her doll-like appearance, anyway. They were rough and thick of skin after years of taking Elise's weight when she tripped and hit the ground as a child in Eventyr, and they supported her when she sunk to her knees on the cool stone tile of the manor in Vale.

The way Elise saw it, she had two options, She could finally come clean for the first time about why she'd left her village, let Glaukos see a side of her that was reserved just for herself. She would speak in hushed, hateful tones about Henry Bishop and how he, in one fell swoop, stole her away from a life that had been awfully kind to someone like her. Alternatively, she could lie her ass off.

"I.....my mother," She began, trying to even out her voice and choose her phrasing carefully. This would have to executed well - take a lie and garnish it with little truths. The truths were little bits of oregano, and the lies were a trout. Oh, yes. "She was getting very sick in her old age, and when I turned fifteen...." The sick and fifteen part were the little truths....

"She sent me away to live with her last remaining relatives." The lie. She decided to strategically leave out the part where her boss and his family were faunus, and deemed this a good work-around. As she began to rub her left wrist, she made a note to avoid this topic in case she let it slip that this "family" of hers was indeed a faunus one.

That would open up a whole new can of worms, one she was not prepared to deal with.