From Out The Depths

Anya seemed like she was interested in the idea, as did Griffonage - though the later excused herself to take care of a few things first. Elia reached out and accepted the offered paper, glancing at the name written on it before looking around. The restaurant wasn't immediately visible, so Elia turned to Anya instead as they walked up the beach and away from the other beachgoers.

"Y'all got a map or something?" Elia certainly didn't, and she had never been here before. She wondered if Anya might be able to find the place another way, maybe by flying up and looking around a little, but she wasn't sure if it was polite to ask. Anya had seemed like she didn't really want attention at the moment, at least from the crowd that had gathered, and Elia wasn't sure if that applied to attention about other things as well. The other girl was certainly striking, now that Elia's attention wasn't being diverted by an attacking sea creature. She still couldn't help but think how much Anya looked like the depictions of angels, even if she wasn't one.

Still, she did have to wonder why God had chosen that particular blessing for her. It had to mean something, after all. Elia knew she could never fathom His mind, but she could still be curious.

If Anya didn't have a map or an idea about where they were heading, Elia could always leave her somewhere quiet and head into a shop to ask for directions. People tended to be good about that sort of thing, after all.

Elia wasn't sure what to make of Anya's comment, but pulling out her handheld device made more sense. Elia knew that even though people referred to them as "phones," they were more like computers, working without any wires in a way Elia couldn't quite fathom. Still, the idea that a map could be found on one of them wasn't too incomprehensible.

When the phone started giving directions, though, Elia started. "How does it know where y'all are?" she inquired, in a tone that was just slightly indignant. The idea of looking up a map on the tiny screen was one thing, but the concept of the device providing them with how far to go and where to turn was... something Elia had no idea how to fit in to her mindset.

Anya seemed happy to follow the voice of the miniature technology, though, and so Elia went along with her, rather bemused. Anya's last question brought her out of this contemplation, though not in a way Elia was entirely comfortable with. "Ah... I'd rather not say, if y'all don't mind. Not from around here, though." The echo of what Anya had supplied as an answer, she hoped, would be enough, and she didn't follow the question with more prying about that particular subject, instead opting for another route.

"You said y'all were Luna Hawk, but Anya when you're not fightin' sea monsters, do a lot of folks have two names like that around here?"

Sometimes it was best just to listen. Elia didn't know much about how things worked out here, with heroes or criminals or the aforementioned giant monsters. That had admittedly been a first for her. To be fair, it wasn't likely that there would be a sea monster emerging near the Divine Appalachian Nation unless God had decided to rearrange the oceans, but she couldn't really remember having anything like that at all, even in the nation's hundred years of history. Possessed animals, yes - but whatever that was hadn't seemed possessed so much as confused about where it was meant to be and what it was meant to be eating.

Well. At least it wouldn't be bothering folks around here for a little while. It took Elia a moment to sit, as it always did - cape removed and folded over the back of the chair, spear leaned against the back, shield beside her. All of them were in easy reach, but she didn't need to wear them. The sword remained on, comfortable enough in its sheath. She took her seat a little before the waitress arrived, glancing over to Griffonage for a moment at the change in her voice, not entirely sure what to make of that. A mask could muffle a person's voice, but not to that degree. Would it be polite to ask? She was uncertain.

"Water for me as well," she answered, just a hint more emphatically than Griffonage had. There were thousands of drinks in this place that Elia had never heard of, but she didn't feel now was the time to be trying them, especially since she'd found out what the people here called 'lemonade.' By God's Grace, Elia knew she wasn't meant to judge, but sometimes it wasn't easy.

Griffonage's next question was relaxingly easy, at least from Elia's perspective. "Oh, I was four and did that light thing during a service. The Church took it from there." Her tone was casual, unconcerned, as if this was simply the most natural thing in the universe. In her perspective, it was. She'd been small, she'd been following the words of the preacher, and when he'd spoken of light, there had... been light. The Church had taken her in then, and helped her learn about God's gift and how to use it properly, and the rest had simply followed along the path it had become obvious God had set for her.