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eachdraidh2015-02-02 02:38 am
skjalf) wrote in eachdraidh2015-02-02 02:38 am
β I βΊ video γopen to both courts & backdated to 02/01γ
( 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.
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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( The Station. What an odd name! ) There is no other I would wish to do so, SeΓ±or. 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?
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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.