1. Unseelie Feast ( when she had consented to come here, she had not anticipated that she might be sliding out of the frying pan and directly into the cooking fire. now she is stuck in the midst of another war. her uncle, whom she'd thought would marry her and make her a queen now lies dead in the dried field at bosworth. does she feel grief? yes. beneath the numbness which has settled in for the time being, surely a result of shock. but it does her more credit here than a detriment.
elizabeth is detached enough from the horror which has so recently occurred at home that she is able to see the silver lining in this conflict: that being her family is not at all involved. both sides are comprised of strangers. and she, for once, may be able to use what charm and grace she has to uplift herself for once. and not her relations. she takes to it with diligence, first taking a turn to request a more familiar tune be played to accompany the meal, which she accompanies with song, her voice low and sweet.
she eats heartily afterward, and then rises from her seat to offer a hand to anyone either being a wallflower or seated by themselves, smiling warmly. )
Come now, surely I cannot properly enjoy such splendour on my own. Would you join me in a dance, so as we both might do so?
( and if none choose to dance, then she will listen to the conversations occurring all around her, to gain a better idea as what sort of people she is to deal with on a daily basis. she will hope to hear something she might use to her advantage. )
2. The Station ( the technology in this place is far beyond what she is used to. and for the moment, she would rather not think too deeply on the moving pictures or other wonders she has seen people looking at today. not yet. but when clothing, bright and beautiful catches her eye through a window, she is, of course, immediately drawn to the sight much as a moth to a flame. pretty things have ever been a weakness of hers. she flits about what (appears) to be the women's side of the shop, somewhat confused as to why there are so many trousers.
however when she locates a rack of gowns, she pulls down every last one and takes them all back to the stalls where she might try them on. nobody has told her aught about the concept of modern sizes, so when she emerges in a lovely green gown that hangs off of her like a paper bag, she stares rather impassively into the mirror. )
Well, this is odd. I have not missed any meals or been terribly active of late. ( which means she ought to be respectably plump, like most renaissance women of station should be. this is most disconcerting! )
3. Out and about ( properly attired now in what might pass for an acceptable riding habit, elizabeth races across a grassland she cannot name. but it is flat and lovely, and this is the most freedom she has enjoyed since well before her father's untimely death. her aim is not to do any hunting, as she has no hound with her at the moment. but rather to enjoy the day, and perhaps race anyone she might come across. just because. )
elizabeth of york | the white queen | unseelie
( when she had consented to come here, she had not anticipated that she might be sliding out of the frying pan and directly into the cooking fire. now she is stuck in the midst of another war. her uncle, whom she'd thought would marry her and make her a queen now lies dead in the dried field at bosworth. does she feel grief? yes. beneath the numbness which has settled in for the time being, surely a result of shock. but it does her more credit here than a detriment.
elizabeth is detached enough from the horror which has so recently occurred at home that she is able to see the silver lining in this conflict: that being her family is not at all involved. both sides are comprised of strangers. and she, for once, may be able to use what charm and grace she has to uplift herself for once. and not her relations. she takes to it with diligence, first taking a turn to request a more familiar tune be played to accompany the meal, which she accompanies with song, her voice low and sweet.
she eats heartily afterward, and then rises from her seat to offer a hand to anyone either being a wallflower or seated by themselves, smiling warmly. )
Come now, surely I cannot properly enjoy such splendour on my own. Would you join me in a dance, so as we both might do so?
( and if none choose to dance, then she will listen to the conversations occurring all around her, to gain a better idea as what sort of people she is to deal with on a daily basis. she will hope to hear something she might use to her advantage. )
2. The Station
( the technology in this place is far beyond what she is used to. and for the moment, she would rather not think too deeply on the moving pictures or other wonders she has seen people looking at today. not yet. but when clothing, bright and beautiful catches her eye through a window, she is, of course, immediately drawn to the sight much as a moth to a flame. pretty things have ever been a weakness of hers. she flits about what (appears) to be the women's side of the shop, somewhat confused as to why there are so many trousers.
however when she locates a rack of gowns, she pulls down every last one and takes them all back to the stalls where she might try them on. nobody has told her aught about the concept of modern sizes, so when she emerges in a lovely green gown that hangs off of her like a paper bag, she stares rather impassively into the mirror. )
Well, this is odd. I have not missed any meals or been terribly active of late. ( which means she ought to be respectably plump, like most renaissance women of station should be. this is most disconcerting! )
3. Out and about
( properly attired now in what might pass for an acceptable riding habit, elizabeth races across a grassland she cannot name. but it is flat and lovely, and this is the most freedom she has enjoyed since well before her father's untimely death. her aim is not to do any hunting, as she has no hound with her at the moment. but rather to enjoy the day, and perhaps race anyone she might come across. just because. )
4. Wildcard!
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