Elizabeth Tudor [ ᴏғ ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ ɪʀᴇʟᴀɴᴅ & ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ] (
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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. ]
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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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.
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[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?
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[ 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.
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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?
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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.