eachdraidh | 003 - voice (open to both courts)

[ Time has passed since Alice found herself here, but not by much. It feels like ages, on one hand. She's stressed and irritated, choosing to keep the locket to voice this time. She hasn't sleep well, although that's not news, she never sleeps well. This could be brought on from pieces of her hallucinations.'

Maybe it would have been wiser for this to be excluded to my court, but it doesn't matter does it? Young I may be, but I've come to learn that ideas such as "good" or "evil" are nothing more than concepts sometimes and explanations offered up by those who cannot accept a mind is capable of doing heinous things that they themselves loathe. It is really no secret that so many of us chose to find ourselves in between the courts. And yet, there's something inside of each of us that compels us to fight, apparently, the things I've heard. I'm stating the obvious for some, I know. How can so many of us content ourselves currently that these shards could force us into doing so much more?

[ Alice pauses. She's tense in her voice. ]

Is there really nothing else to convince certain seelie residents here to reconsider their positions before we find ourselves facing one another down in battle? Are we that great of fools that we are not able to rationally talk to one another? I implore some of you to remember that us unseelie court members are in this as much as you are.

[ Just as Alice finishes that sentence, her voice betrays how really worn she sounds. ]

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I can't speak for all of the Seelie, um, court, but I - I absolutely don't want to hurt anybody. Still, if something happens, I can't be asked to stand by idly.

That said... I would rather us find some peace.

[This sort of talk makes Elizabeth anxious, and it's difficult for her, as a girl so full of emotion, to keep it out of her voice. She hasn't yet gotten used to the idea of taking a real sword to a real human being.]

[ Oh, no, she sounds far too young for this sort of thing. ]

Any sensible person would, I think. I'd rather not use my knife against anyone, either, and I don't like the prospect of being forced to.

Well, do you think... that there are really those of us who aren't sensible people?

[She, as of yet, hasn't run into the more sinister members of either court.]

[ That strikes her as a little naive, painfully childish. She can't fault her for it, again, she sounds too young. Alice hates to think that someone like that has yet to learn the real nature of humanity. She's tense when she finally speaks up after a moment. ]

I'm afraid not, no. It seems there's stubborn people on either side.

Edited 2014-07-13 03:14 (UTC)

[For all of Elizabeth's potential in battle, she is only a little girl, and has never been asked to be anything but that; at fourteen, she spends so much of her time thinking of cute clothes and the boy she loves. But she's been raised to do a duty, and that duty is to protect people. Naive as she still is, she's determined to learn and grow here— though it frightens her, too.]

At least be stubborn about going home, then. None of us should be here hurting each other.

Especially because not everybody can fight. Some of these people won't know how to defend themselves. It's not right.

[She hesitates, and then, though unseen, ducks her head out of embarrassment, clutching her locket.]

—I'm sorry. You know that already. It's just... I don't know why anybody would want...

You have no need to apologize to me.

[ At that age, Alice endured too much. Regular mistreatment in Rutledge and even when she was younger, she had gotten so fed up with it, she had stolen a kitchen knife and used it against orderlies and then some.

It's why she was so angered by Maglor's words. ]

I'm sure most of us are not soldiers and are nowhere near prepared for this sort of thing. It's a matter of pride; some nonsense of a family heirloom of mystical properties is being coveted.

That's a terrible reason to wage war.

It's not terrible, it's stupid and even more stupid a man would think himself so little he would throw his life way for it.

I think it's very - very sad.

It is very sad, but such is men in their stubborn nature.

So battle really may come, then.

From what I was told from the family members who seek that jewel, they feel they must take it by force.