TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

[skjalf]

Some. When they do so, it is frowned upon by both the peerage and people alike. My mother is called "the Bad Queen" for influencing my father in matters of state and war.

( She is not ashamed of this, really. But her mother had been raised much differently than she, in turn has been raised by her. )

I assume it is generally believed that we are expected to be too busy being with child to do aught else.

( There is a spark to her tone now which suggests that while she has mostly followed the letter of the law in that regard, that it nonetheless chafes at her. Elizabeth tilts her chin, presenting herself as a contradiction to the words she previously spoke as rote. It is clear that she has been reciting what has been drilled into her time and again. )

Yet I enjoy the hunt, and reading. I am a competent horsewoman and a fair hand with the bow. And I am fluent in several languages. That has all been, I am told, to attrct a potential husband for me.

( She, however, is proud of those things. ) It is different as you know it. Do women have more freedom, in your England?

[unnatural_animal]

I haven't been in England since I was a boy.


[Now that that's out of the way...]

I can't speak for freedom. But if the women of my family are not pleased they let themselves be heard on an international level. Do they still speak of my grandmother? The Empress Matilda?

[You know, the one with the civil war and the capital a Anarchy? The original she-wolf.]

[skjalf]

Do you remember aught of her, if I might ask? I, in comparison have never left her shores.

( She inclines her head after pausing for a moment. Of course she knows of them. It was part of her earliest education, as soon as she knew how to read; to learn of her illustrious lineage. And yet. )

Indeed I have. Ever have I admired them. ( And the fact that they pursued their own goals, nevermind what their men thought. ) I can give a multitude of excuses for why the life of a woman is dissimilar to theirs in my era.

The truth is that I have been raised to know only this: that I am to marry well, and make a lasting alliance for the good of the family through marrying well and bearing sons. All of my education, so far as I am aware, has been precisely to differentiate me from more silly girls.

( She tilts her head. ) Yet you disagree with that, do you not? Even if only a little.

[unnatural_animal]

[Richard doesn't answer the question about whether or not he can remember England, either feigning obtuseness or just because he finds her other question to be more important.

(He can remember it though. He was born there after all. He remembers the grey weather, the grey castles, his nurse singing scraps of English songs, playing with his sisters, fighting with his brothers, and always running after his father, wanting so badly to be noticed.)

England is just an objective now. One more piece of his rightful inheritance.]

I can't abide boring people, women or men. Nothing is more dull than a girl with no ambitions beyond embroidery.

[skjalf]

( A most interesting opinion, and also a rare one for a man. She has suspected there to be much more to him than the chronicles and legend suggest, and she is finding herself to be correct in the most surprising (and pleasant) fashion. Elizabeth tilts her head, the ghost of a wry smile crossing her face. )

Ambition, I have been told, is only permissible for widows. It would be my luck that the man I would marry would live to be ancient.

( Such sass, on both their parts. It is as though they function as a mirror for one another thus far. )

If I knew how, I would change my fate. I do not wish to marry Henry Tudor. ( The will is there, but the way is unclear. ) I, too, dislike those whom are predictable or boring.

Would you be against allying ourselves in this place, either to find a means of escape or of establishing a base of power? ( For the family, of course. )

[unnatural_animal]

[He appears in deadly earnest now, no half-teasing smiles or practiced charm.]

Ally myself with you, lady? I could not refuse. My sword is yours.

[The family that sasses together stays together... For now at least.

When all's said and done, Richard's oaths are only worth about as much as the paper they're written on and her being a relation -however distant- makes no difference. But she looks to be no threat to him now and, besides, he always did get along better with his female family members than the male ones.

He's still not above maneuvering her into an advantageous marriage down the road though if it will increase his own power. But, hey. It's all for a good cause.]