Equinox

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Fischer often covers her truthful emotions to evade placing herself into a nervous state, using it as a method to prevent interesting arguments from evidently changing her facial expression. She kept sweetly grinning during the conversation to accept William into the atmosphere she attempted to set up, with her legs crossed, partially showing how tranquil she is. His interest in the friend he had mentioned seemed as he wasn't sure what to question first, but simultaneously, he expressed his apprehensions by referring to her friend, which she didn't call for. Initially, Eliza was reluctant to respond accordingly and took a sip of the tea before going on further. She answered confidently this time with no hesitation, as she was glancing towards a dark mountain on the horizons.

— Alcohol gives people sufficient confidence to carry out tasks they typically wouldn't work out. I've never tried it, and I don't intend. I'm different from other individuals in different aspects.

Upon expressing her statement about the alcohol, she eyed William and slightly shook her head as the tea she's made still honored her. Eliza's facial expression didn't represent the mood she had been in once William mentioned her friend, as she was seemingly cheerful. The doubt restrained her from the desire to converse about her friend. By the desire to prevent first talking regarding such a topic, she wanted to stay relaxed for as much as possible, therefore, not bother herself with stressful-to-her topics.

— Aw, please do not worry about him. He's a strong pilot, and he'll make it. To prevent any leftover-questions, my friend partook in the Drake operation, and took some injuries. He's returned as a hero, despite the terrible injuries. Well, that might not be a convenient subject to speak about.

Eliza’s memories have given her excuses to uniquely express herself. As a proper reason, she insisted William to a soothing meeting. Overwhelmed by the time-flow, taking Commandant duties whilst the pilot who presented her to the Order has a certain question in the system. Some fantasies can't be suppressed, no matter what the question is. Nowadays, the Order appears fairly occupied by the Nomads and their supporters, whether they'd be indirect or direct. Eliza rarely meets any pilots, largely because they're all narcissistic, arrogant, and whatnot. Reverting William's question to a more convenient question, to say, more appealing. Her grin could be seen gradually fading away because of the desire to start a partially different speech, for various matters.

— How have you been these days? The operation you're launching seems rather promising, and I might take my baby for a ride.

Eliza softly spoke in a pleasing transition from the previous question, "opening" the conversation with several must-ask questions. She glanced down at the antique well-detailed table, farther revealing her subjective thoughts for a brief moment as she seemed to want to convey minimal sentiments. Something is occupying her mind nowadays for interestingly unusual causes to her.

— I've been a bit demotivated these days, might be a common feeling people have I believe.

She grinned again in an exciting emotion, which could also be seen in her periwinkle blue eyes. Fischer took another sip of the tea, clearly enjoying its fresh healthy taste. Meanwhile, the horse ceased eating the apples surrounded by the greenish grass. It was looking around and enjoying nature's attractiveness as much as Eliza does.