Equinox

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It's been getting warmer next to the river, as the Mu's star reached its peak for the day. Despite the intensity, the drink brought in more to the experience, hence satisfaction. Eliza was squinting because of the vigorous star's rays, which neglected to break the amusement. She's luckily had her sunglasses with her settled in her holster, set upon her belt around the waist. Fischer had put the sunglasses on and smoothly placed both of her palms on her knees to sit more comfortably, upon which William questioned her childhood. Eliza has expected such a question before the conversation even commenced. Many people had a lively childhood compared to Eliza, whose time was put in in dread against many bandits and terrorists that existed upon Crete. It's a nervous topic to discuss, as Crete isn't the most appropriate and tranquil Planet to settle on. Recognizing the big-picture, she deeply inhaled before talking plainly.

— I'm glad you've brought that up. Please don't mind if I talk plainly. I didn't have the best experience.

Eliza took her time mainly to suppress the nervousness she had, due to the bitter reality she's had in her young days. Took a sip of the fruity tea to somewhat calm herself down. It couldn't be seen in her eyes as she's unquestionably experienced in hiding her emotions, learned by decades.

— I've had a harsh experience where I was born on. Planet Crete. Terrorists and bandits dominated it, pulling fear into our bones. The events didn't frighten my family thanks to the mental power they had. My parents have also been pilots, skillful ones. Both of them died in the battle to save humanity after they had defected to the Order. My childhood was mostly fear, revolving around survival, and clever acts to prevail and step above everyone else. That was the sole approach to overcome.

Eliza was about to finish drinking the tea she made that significantly freshened her up. She didn't feel like proceeding further before hearing Storgen's side of the story, presumably to relieve herself from some memories that can harm her time from time, although she's a capable fighter with a bright mission. She took a brief break before speaking again.

— I am about to finish drinking the tea I've made. Could I hear your side of the story before I resume further? I hope you don't mind amigo.

The Hispanic accent couldn't remain tucked away, as it's painful to suppress. Storgen seemingly didn't mind it and listened to her with enthusiasm. Fischer leaned back a bit to further relax and lastly discover his side of the story and use it by potentially settling herself down to enjoy the atmosphere and the talk they've organized.