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( Her progress in working out what her locket does is very much a WIP. Still, she has fiddled with it enough to activate whatever magic controls the moving images of people. This is in an invaluable tool in her eyes, because she has precisely the purpose to put such a resource to use. Keenly aware that appearances matter especially so upon making a first impression, she is dressed elegantly, and her hair is mostly left in loose waves, some cloth-of-gold ribbon threaded throughout. She keeps the look on her face pleasant, but cool.

There is no benefit for the time being in playing the fool, as she had at home. The warmth of her smile does not extend to her eyes, not yet. Instead they hold a light of curiosity, and a great amount of seriousness. Her awareness of the situation at hand is dim but for this: she is not dreaming. She has lost all, and stands to gain everything if she but works for it. Just as her father had won the throne of England: with smiles, charm and good business sense.

Her address, then, is an earnest one. )

Good day to you, one and all. I know not how many of you there are, or from whence you come. Yet if I may, I would humbly beg a favour, if you would be so gracious as to indulge me: your acquaintance.

Indeed, I would meet as many of you as might be possible. And, if you would be even more indulgent, information pertaining to the state of affairs in this land and abroad. I find myself possessed of a desire to know the full scope of things here ere I chart my course and navigate myself through whatever trials I may face here.

( Now, finally, the warmth enters her eyes. She has no choice; it would not do for all the land to bear witness to her grief. )

I am Elizabeth Plantagenet of England. It is my hope that I will be able to repay any kindness shown me sooner rather than later. I look forward to meeting and speaking with many of you!

Until then, farewell. Deus vobiscum.

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You'll find no troubles from me, my lady, I can assure you that. [His own smile is not one of malice but of genuine care and interest. Even with his hood up, he's not aiming for an imposing look, only a friendly one.]

I'd enjoy any kind of familiarity and company, be they allies or friends, whichever your preference.

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Nor you with me, sir. Even if we did not have bigger problems to face at the moment, it would be so.

( Her gaze turns earnest, and she smiles gently. ) Then we are like-minded. A good thing! Perhaps we might be both in time. I find I would like that.

[That gets a chuckle from him.] I would enjoy it as well. The more familiar faces and friendships here that we have, the easier I believe it will be for us to accept what we see in front of us even now.

[He does tilt his head at that, however,a a question brewing in his mind.] If you don't mind my asking, what year is it for you?

Well and true! Though I will own that I thought all of this a dream at first, including the imps. I thought them manifestations of my younger sister.

( And that does make her smile a little. Dear Cecily can be an imp. ) Ah, yes: it is the year of Our Lord fourteen eighty-five. In fact, I recall the date, as well. August twenty-third.

Manifestations? [Arno actually raises his brow in amusement, smile completely there.] She can't be that terrible, is she?

[Though for the date she gives him, the Frenchman blinks for a second before trying to compose himself.]

Ah. That's... quite a bit of time difference. It's 1791 for me, over in Paris.

Allow me to put it this way: her behaviour toward me is often impish. ( How she misses her sister. Occasional bouts of shrewish behaviour and all. ) She likes to wear my clothes without asking and has the coldest feet at night.

( Yeah, she's not lying; but it is all in jest, and she punctuates it with a laugh. )

Not nearly so great as those whom claim to be from twenty-fourteen, however! In comparison, you and I are not so far apart.

Though I will warrant, it is yet difficult to believe that such a thing is possible. The manner of magic which has brought us here must be of a frightful level of power.

That reminds me of someone I know very well. [Élise always was one to cause trouble, or even be encouraged by his own mischievous streak.]

I still can't imagine that there's people from that far a time ahead. It seems almost impossible.

[Arno goes to say something next, thinks about it, then shuts his mouth promptly before choosing something else.] Magic doesn't exist at all, where I come from. All of this is incredibly new to me.

Then may I extend my most sincere sympathies in that event! ( She is amused and clearly teasing, her eyes twinkling. )

Yes, it truly does. I am hesitant to believe that magic so powerful might exist. The implications of that fact is more than simply disturbing.

Are you certain? Folk are superstitious, and believe in wise women, sorcerers and miracles. I can tell you that while the Church thinks not in truth, magic does exist in England.

( She nods. ) As I can well imagine. This land is somewhat else entirely, like Avalon in the tales.

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