She wasn?t well poised in a political mask, and her emotions were almost always betrayed in her eyes. It wasn?t something she particularly despised or something that she really liked about herself. She slowly sank back onto her haunches, assuming that if they were going to talk, she may as well be comfortable. Slowly but surely, it seemed that the rain was easing up- turning into a softer down-pour, rather than it?s horrible torrent. An easy smile, was on her jaws as the lady across from her spoke.
Elphaba, was a gorgeous name. It was unique and powerful, and if it was named after a goddess of rebirth, then she supposed that- that was better than being named after a goddess of strife. Politely and attentively she listened, and waited a moment, after she spoke before speaking herself. A roll of thunder rumbled, just as she opened her mouth, and so she waited until the sound passed.
?Either way it?s a beautiful, and unique name. What brings you out in such a storm?? Her tones were soft and warm. Eris was already warming up to this beautiful soul, and before Elphaba knew it, she was likely to have a friend- even if she didn?t want one.