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[skjalf]

( 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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[skjalf]

( She can answer that one! ) Good Lord! I find myself gladdened that we have not seen such phenomena in England so far as I am aware. I have never left her shores, you see.

Ah. Yes. ( She has learned this is a ye olden days to many of the people here. Like the High Middle Ages are for her. ) My God, but that is quite the difference.

( It's making her a bit dizzy. ) One day I will ask you about it. I cannot imagine what the land must be like in six centuries.

I see! Well, I suppose now is your time to discover that, if the legends are in fact true. Melusina is not of the Greek pantheon, no. The tale originates from the area of Luxembourg and Burgundy in France. She wed a mortal, the Count of Poitou on the condition that he never intrude upon her privacy. They are said to have had many children, and she built his castle with her magic. Yet when he eventually disguised himself and broke his vow to her, she flew into a rage and left him, never to be seen again.

But.. I hear her, when a member of my mother's side of the family should perish. A wailing, mournful and lamenting upon the river. I had thought it merely my imagination.

I suppose they may be, but I intend to examine this situation from all sides ere deciding my course. All we may do here is what we think best, and to aid one another should we become in need.

[commandertoolbelt]

I've been around, but never to England, [ Leo replies. ] So I guess we're kind of in the same boat there.

You might be able to get an idea of it if you go to the Station. It's not perfect, but it's the closest Fairy World gets. I could give you a tour, and show you what everything does. [ It's not like he's had a lot to do since he came here. Action seems to come in fits and starts for him, and it makes him restless. ] I've been meaning to go back there for a while, anyway.

Sounds like something a goddess would do. The Greeks have plenty of stories along those lines. [ And none of them end well. ] That almost sounds like a banshee kind of thing, but I'd never heard if they're real or not. They scream when someone dies, too. Maybe you are a legacy. [ Interesting to know that can happen for pantheons besides the Greeks and Romans. Their gods seem pretty intent on making sure their followers all believe that they're the only group around, though it makes so much sense for there to be many different pantheons still around and in the shadows. ]

Yep, and that's the life of a demigod in a nutshell. Good luck with that. Maybe if you figure something out, this war will be over without that much fighting. I dunno about you, but I'd rather not die, especially not in my own world.

[skjalf]

I am gladdened that we have been able to meet here, in any case! Elsewise we would never have at all, and that would be a great shame indeed.

( The Station. What an odd name! ) There is no other I would wish to do so, Señor. Whatever I might learn of this place and the future of our world, I would know the whole of it.

( RED ALERT. RED ALERT. MEDIEVAL NERD SIGHTED. )

To my knowledge, she is oft referred to as either a goddess or a faerie. Though if she is the latter, she is more than a trifle unlike those I imagine must populate the Seelie realm. I know not what being such would mean for me, nor for my sisters. Is that a good thing?

Believe me, the last thing I wish for is an early death. I must survive, as most of my family does not. And I would see that the rest of us might, as well. Overly optimistic is far preferable a state to enjoy than an excess of pessimism, is it not?

[commandertoolbelt]

The greatest of shames! [ It's kind of ridiculous, but fun. He likes you, Elizabeth, even if you were born centuries before him. ]

Sweet! Let me know when you're around, then, and I'll give you the grand tour. We can even get you a T-shirt while we're there! [ Can't leave without your souvenir, you know. And he's excited to meet someone not from modern times that actually cares about this stuff! Most seem to just ignore it. Bring on the nerdery; he won't judge. ]

Yeah, I doubt you'd be related to these little guys, [ Leo says with a laugh. They're far from dignified, even worse than some of the nymphs from camp, and those girls could get wild - literally. ] Being a legacy just means you have divine blood somewhere down the line. Not really good or bad, I guess, unless you get their powers and use them the wrong way. We don't get much of those in the Greek camp, but the Romans have a bunch.

[ But the Romans also have a safe place for their demigods to go after camp, which the Greeks don't. That makes it a lot easier to have legacies running around. ]

I feel you on that one. Supposedly, us Greek demigods rarely live past age 20. It's messed up. I could totally go for some optimism when it comes to staying alive.