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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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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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