Mister Roy, [she addresses lightly, gathering her spirits and using them to puff herself up. If Lizzie's good at anything (aside from swordplay), it's cheer. She smooths down her skirts and works on dragging a chair closer, avoiding eye contact with any of the fair folk.
She settles in, and the bird takes its seat of honor atop the table, just in front of her. Well, maybe the cheer is just on the edge of hysterical, taut and out of place. She folds her hands in her lap and tries not to drum her fingers.]
I'm Elizabeth Middleford. It's very nice to meet you. Despite, the, ehm... [Now she does drum her fingers, oh dear, that's not very ladylike, is it?] Circumstances, [she finishes, smiling more awkwardly than she'd care to.]
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She settles in, and the bird takes its seat of honor atop the table, just in front of her. Well, maybe the cheer is just on the edge of hysterical, taut and out of place. She folds her hands in her lap and tries not to drum her fingers.]
I'm Elizabeth Middleford. It's very nice to meet you. Despite, the, ehm... [Now she does drum her fingers, oh dear, that's not very ladylike, is it?] Circumstances, [she finishes, smiling more awkwardly than she'd care to.]