Her words come to a halt when she hears footsteps approaching, and she near starts when she sees the figure of a man come into view. For a moment, she finds herself staring at him - terrible manners, she knows, but there's something about him that captivates her that she can't even bring herself to presently care about etiquette. It's odd; she feels as though she's familiar with the man, but...no, no, she must be mistaken. She is certain she has never seen his face before - how could she? The many times she's come to this place, she's never seen him nor anyone else, for that matter, in this area. Yet, she can't quite shake off this unsettlingly nostalgic feeling...
She rises onto her feet, brushing off her dress. It's undoubtedly soiled from sitting on the ground, but she puts in the effort anyway to make herself look more presentable in front of this stranger. Her first instinct is to offer an apology - an "I'm sorry, I had no idea that there were others who occupied this area." In retrospect, it's almost foolish to say - this is a public area, and she sees no reason as to why someone would have business in an empty forest in the first place - but the words die on her tongue before she even has a chance to speak them.
"...Pardon?" she asks, but it isn't as though she didn't hear his inquiry; in fact, it's the question itself that confounds her. She shakes her head, as if she had simply imagined his words. "What...Whatever do you mean?"
She can't help but feel a bit reluctant to divulge anything to the other. Her memories with März are almost intimate to her that she doesn't quite feel comfortable sharing them - especially with someone whom she's unfamiliar. She doesn't know if this man even has any relevance to März, but she doubts he does. It had always been März and his mother, and she's no longer here either, so Elisabeth doesn't understand why this stranger would know of her childhood love. Therefore instead of answering, she inhales and returns to him a question of her own. "If I may be so bold, Herr...how is it that you are familiar with that name?"
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She rises onto her feet, brushing off her dress. It's undoubtedly soiled from sitting on the ground, but she puts in the effort anyway to make herself look more presentable in front of this stranger. Her first instinct is to offer an apology - an "I'm sorry, I had no idea that there were others who occupied this area." In retrospect, it's almost foolish to say - this is a public area, and she sees no reason as to why someone would have business in an empty forest in the first place - but the words die on her tongue before she even has a chance to speak them.
"...Pardon?" she asks, but it isn't as though she didn't hear his inquiry; in fact, it's the question itself that confounds her. She shakes her head, as if she had simply imagined his words. "What...Whatever do you mean?"
She can't help but feel a bit reluctant to divulge anything to the other. Her memories with März are almost intimate to her that she doesn't quite feel comfortable sharing them - especially with someone whom she's unfamiliar. She doesn't know if this man even has any relevance to März, but she doubts he does. It had always been März and his mother, and she's no longer here either, so Elisabeth doesn't understand why this stranger would know of her childhood love. Therefore instead of answering, she inhales and returns to him a question of her own. "If I may be so bold, Herr...how is it that you are familiar with that name?"