Elisabet imagined she was on a sea voyage, or more appropriately, she was hanging on a plank, trying to survive a sea storm after her ship had capsized. Not that she knew how that was truly like, but drawing from the poems of Sonsteven, Sontenny and Fellowlong, she thought she had a very clear and vivid idea. It was not unlike dealing with Felicia. At full force, she would be as Loud runs the roaring tide; The seas are wild and wide; and then later she would be as calm as The little waves, with their soft, white hands. Felicia was in every inch, a poetry of her own. Despite her expletives.
Why? She wanted to mumble out when Felicia made threats against her physical evaluation opponent. Being punched and being beaten didn't really hurt her. She knew the blond girl had to do it and didn't mean any of it, but why she didn't fight back was another story altogether. And very confusing and complicated. Elisabet wouldn't want to think about that right then.
Back to Felicia's tales. Elisabet smiled a little at her story of the eyelid girl. It was funny.
Then the mood of the Felicia sea has changed again, this time to something unusual. Elisabet did not have an answer to her question about liking boys or girls. She had known to treat boys and girls like her brothers and sisters back in the days, that's all (and it was still the same right there in the Garden). She would rather spend her time reading...But Elisabet stopped contemplating and started to watch Felicia very closely, listening to her talk about boys...in a tame voice...in a face that Elisabet knew too well preceded every mad chocolate consumption...or was it a new side she has not seen before?
Elisabet's head lowered, not because she was afraid of her reflection in the mirror, but out of sincere helplessness. She thought she knew why Felicia was feeling that way that night, but she did not have any comforting words or any sympathetic voice to convey. Romance was strange. Maybe that was why she didn't read much poems about that (for one, the anthologies didn't come with nice descriptive pictures), but even if she did, she was afraid they did not end happily.
Still. Felicia was shrouded by a gloomy emotion so Elisabet did a natural thing--albeit very hesitantly as typical of her. She carefully placed a hand on Felicia's shoulder.