Beach: Felicity and Van
Felicity knew that one day Gil was going to be her brother in law, and she also knew that he didn't care for her much. It wasn't always quite so obvious. Sometimes Gil could have a conversation with her and the two somewhat get along, but there was always that underlying factor that she was an outsider. Still, it sometimes felt a little . . . satisfying, to hear that Gil wasn't quite so loved as he often appeared to be. Sure, he could put the charm on when he wanted, but he could also be quite the arse.
"That's Gil," she said, "Galad is far more amiable, but elves like us are raised with a strong sense of . . . identity." Superiority was probably a more accurate form of it. She knew it, but she also believed it. Elves were elegant and strong and they were born that way. No virus, no death, they were just that good.
She smirked, "I know how to flirt, Van. I just don't care to have it lead anywhere. You're curious, I'm not." Not that much. Sometimes she wondered. Usually after a one-on-one chat with Galad.