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[ the tablet is sat in Elizabeth's lap, she hasn't worked out really how it works beyond hitting buttons until something seemed to happen. Which she's frowning so at it then far too pleased with herself when it seems to do what she wants it to. ]

How on earth do they make the little images move -- ? [ but it is no real, matter. She's learning to just accept the fact she doesn't understand how half this stuff works ] I've a few questions that I cannot ascertain simply from watching if I may be so bold... [ she licks her lips briefly before continuing. ] ... where does one find material to make clothes from? As I've yet to make sense of the items I find here made already, but the clothes I arrived in are... not fitting for most daily activities. [ It had only one layer of clothing and... no. No that seems wrong and strange and not at all decent. ]

As well as... [ she lent her head on her hand as she hummed. Making requests is strange, there ought to be people swarming about her, accompanying her wherever she went but now there isn't and its so odd to ask. ] Would I be able to request someone to take a walk about the city with me? Someone who is familiar with the times, so to speak, as I find myself unable to make sense of very much of it. England was a very different place to me, and I cannot make heads nor tails of her now. I do not ever recall her raining so much. [ and she smiles very briefly. ]

My thanks for your time.

[ ooc: my mistake, this should read as coming from Victoria Guildford. forgot to add it in, all my apologies for the confusion. ]

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No need for protocol here. Just call me Raven.

[Raven comes closer to the smoking toaster and frowns. Then looks back at Elizabeth over her shoulder.]

If you're afraid of magic, I'd suggest you leave the kitchen while I fix this.

It is not protocol...

[ But it is a different matter. Elizabeth stepped back to give her the room. Magic was serious, and she'd guessed with everything else about this place magic had something to do with it.

Witchcraft was only punishable by death if it was used to hurt. ]

I fear of things that seek to kill me, but I do not think you are going to do that.

Edited (re-writing this because bleh) 2013-08-06 06:17 (UTC)

What is it, then?

[Raven nods as Elizabeth steps back.] Alright, then. [She turns back to the toaster, her eyes flash white.] Azarath Metrion Zinthos!]

[A flick of Raven's wrist and the toaster finds itself surrounded in a black glow. It then unplugs itself, black toasts float out of it and the timer is set back to zero.]

There. Now let me show you how it works. Without magic.

Manners.

[ It's said with all the frustration she's had in the past few months in dealing with people who don't seem to have any at all. ]

As you wish. [ She still sounds stubborn, and petulant about the whole thing. Not that it is Raven's fault in the end. But constantly feeling out of place grew wearisome and put her into a foul mood most of the time. Especially when it went wrong. ]

[That has Raven stop for a moment.] So calling me by my name seems rude to you? ...Then you might find most of the people here pretty rude. [She ponders this a moment.] My apologies, then... Lady Victoria.

Come closer to me. [There's nothing wrong with not knowing how to use something you've never seen before.] The bread comes out black because the slices were thin and they stayed too long into the toaster.

[ She frowns because, well this is difficult to explain to those who are not raised in it. Her fingers knot in her skirts with frustration for a moment, before taking breathe. No, losing her temper when she was being shown kindness was not how a Queen ought to act.

Even when she wasn't being a Queen and it was dreadfully tempting. ]

It is not rudeness per se, in that I should be offended every time I am addressed without entitlement. Else I would be far more cross every time I speak to anyone of this place. Only that it speaks of a familiarity with my person that is not permissible with people who I frankly have not exchanged but a mere handful of words with. To call someone by their name, is something you earn through months of knowing a person, and earning their respect and trust.

[ Even at Court, there was only a handful of people that called her Elizabeth, and even fewer that could call her Bess. It was done in quiet rooms, where there was no one but her ladies with her. A closer circle. Where she was not Her Majesty, she was just a woman. It was for Kat, plaiting her hair before bed and making her feel like a littler girl again. It was for Dudley when he whispered words as soft as kisses in her ear.

The pang ran through her. She missed Dudley, she missed his comforting words. He'd tell her to hush and soothe her through this. Tease her out of her dark mood.

But since she lacked him, she'd step closer again. The magic had frightened her, but all that she knew of Raven thus far was she was practical, and it would be wasteful to turn into on the woman sharing their rooms. ] I had it on low, and barely toasted, then I did it again and it came out black.

[Still as an empath, Raven could sense the other woman's annoyance and frustration.] I think I can understand what you mean. I'll address you as you wish. Though likewise I'd appreciate if you would use my name.

[Raven gives her a side glance.] Pretty homesick, aren't you?

[She checks the toaster for crubs, or bits of burnt bread. Then she puts the toaster's plug back in and picks another fresh slice of bread.] Which button did you push?

[ Elizabeth glanced away, taking a deeper breath. ] I'll wager that you do not, since you request such a thing without calling me friend first, Lady-- [ But the word catches herself. Her face going carefully blunt. ] Raven.

[ But the dig that was too close set her jaw and her chin raised. That was too close, far too close. ] Yes. [ My England is destroyed and my land ashes. My Kingdom fallen and God has granted me this punishment for my crimes to see such a thing. I have failed my people, my family and my God. But the words stay back, untold. ] Yes I am homesick.

[ Elizabeth lent forward, indicating the button that said 're-heat bread' or roughly that. ] That one.

[Raven's face closes a bit at that.] I do understand. That's the reason why I agree to use honorifics until the day when you'll think I deserve calling your name as a friend would. ...You however never asked what it meant for me to be called by my name. And why I insisted on you doing so. Respect works both ways, Lady Victoria. Doesn't your Queen respect the traditions of other countries?

There's nothing wrong with that. You know close to no one here. Maybe telling me about your life and friends back home would help? ...If you feel like it, of course.

[Raven quirks a quizzical eyebrow at that.] The reheat button? ...Just how many times did you push that button to manage to burn your toast?

[ She wanted to snap, the way she did at Cecil so often, but the argument was too reasonable, and she couldn't refute it, not in good conscious. Not if she wanted to keep her home a reasonable place.

But oh she wanted to. Still there was one thing she could correct with the full authority on the matter. ] No. No the Queen does not. When you are in her court, you are in her court. You would have to stand her equal to do so, and none save the King and God are above her. The world bows to her. To offend her with poor actions on your behalf means death, and a badly used entitlement can be constructed to be the gravest of insults, and can end in a hanging for the person who was so witless as to not know the court he enters. [ but she left it there. They weren't familiar with absolute rulers, or that system at all so it seemed. ]

[ But as to the matter of home, well in the end she didn't know how to say little without saying too much, for there was surely too much. ] What is there to say? My home destroyed and I am not even considered one of her people anymore. [ She seems to be taking it all... too personally really, and where she ought to distance herself, on this one matter she cannot. ] Talking about it will solve nothing.

[ She pulled a face, because clearly it was too many. ] Enough it seems.

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