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♕ 5th - video - The Sight

[ there had been a point to her opening this channel. in light of the tragic losses they have suffered here, she has wanted to hold a dinner to celebrate the memory of those who have died and vanished. her mouth moves, but no words are produced. her face becomes deathly pale, her eyes wide and dilated as though in fear. but she has not seen a ghost. no, what she is seeing is something else entirely.

horrible images play before her, which only she might see. the blank look she sports is soon replaced with a one of complete and utter horror. ]

It is hot.. too hot to fight! The Dragon has come from across the sea to wage war against the Boar. Ah, the sun blinds the eyes!

[ she shudders, blinking her unfocused eyes. ] The field is an ocean of blood. I can barely hear over the din of it. The Dragon is swooping in, and his men roar behind him.

His Grace is brave to wear his crown to battle. He is winning.. standing alone in a field of dead, blood coursing over his boots. Ah, it is splendid and horrible!

[ once again, her face becomes a mask of pure terror, scrunching up while her eyes are too-wide for her face. ]

But here comes Lord Stanley! "For Tudor!" he calls. And His Grace has lost his horse. Treason, treason, treason!

[ and that seems to have snapped her out of it. still on camera, elizabeth exposes vulnerability for the first time to those aboard the ship at large, as she cannot control the violent shaking of her form or the tears that appear in her eyes. this is, unsurprisingly, a result of the nightmare she endured within the maze.

she cannot seem to speak for a long, long time. elizabeth covers her mouth with her hands to cover the fact that she is biting her lower lip so hard it is bleeding. and while she is able to finally get a few words out, it is muffled and quavering: ]

Forgive me.

[ she then abruptly ends the broadcast. ]

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( nuala doesn't bother with responding on the network; she sets aside her needlework and the papers she was sorting through (there is much to do, with a changeover in the xenogen department's leadership this cycle) and wraps an over-robe about the thin lounging dress she'd been wearing in the flet, going immediately after to seek elizabeth out. finding her isn't something nuala has difficulty with. )

[ she is currently seated alone within floor 28's library. as though frozen in place, elizabeth has not moved a muscle since ending the broadcast. unless one counts the fact that her body is shivering violently while she bites at her hand to keep from crying out in grief and shock as movement.

that is a good term to describe her current state, actually. she can recognize nuala, but it is as though she gazes right through her. all she can see, over and over and over is that bloody battle on a blistering hot day, and the form of her uncle being beaten to death by men who'd claimed to be his allies.

she can't say or do anything at all. it's too much. ]

( so nuala doesn't ask her to. she sits, instead, beside her - strokes her fingers through elizabeth's hair, her own golden presence on the edge of awareness but a controlled thing, warmly within reach and not overwhelming, something that might be focused upon as an alternative without being one more forceful entrance into her troubled mind. she draws her nearer, and the song that she sings in a low voice is older than the dynasties that war behind her young charge's eyes.

she remembers it from her nursery; she remembers it from her sick-room, laying upon her stomach while her handmaidens tended open-wounds on her back that nuada had suffered in battle, easing her pain and through her, his. perhaps it will help. perhaps it will remind elizabeth she isn't alone, and that is not nothing. )

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[Her daughter has the Sight, that is no surprise but to broadcast it in such a way, Elizabeth is frantic. She quickly opens a feed up to Lizzie, worry clear on her face.]

Where are you? I would speak with you at once.

[No argument, no room for discussion.]

[ she has no energy to deal with any demands to go anywhere at the moment. thanks to nuala, she has been able to cry it out. but she is entire drained and void of any emotion. thus when she finally opens her mouth to speak, her voice is flat and toneless. ]

With a friend. Nuala will see to me well. I would prefer to speak in this fashion.

[ see: she doesn't want to go anywhere. for once, her mother's summons do not stir her to obey. ]

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I was not summ- [But Elizabeth stops when Lizzie mentions a friend, frowning. The Sight is something typically shared between the women in their family, and she's still displeased at her daughter's temper tantrum. While such tactics would work on the likes of Margaret Beaufort, they did not on Elizabeth.]

Then I trust you are in good hands with your friend.

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[ To say that Robin is concerned would be an understatement. He might not be entirely sure of what's going on, but she's distressed and in need of someone at the moment. Comfort can be given easily, even in the absence of insight. With his voice pitched low, not wanting to startle her, he speaks: ]

M'lady, please inform me of your current whereabouts. You're not well, and I'd like to assist.

[ she is terrified and mortified both. especially in his case, because she remembers clear as daylight now that the haze is gone that he does not like magic at all. and this is a manifestation of it, to some extent. elizabeth can't look at him. instead, she covers her face with her hands and turns away. ]

Forgive me. [ she repeats simply, muffled by her hands. ] I did not mean to..

[ it's no use. everyone can see through her today, and he is absolutely correct. she is not well at all. ]

The library of the twenty-eighth floor.

[ Her demeanor serves to worry him further, and he's simply grateful she complied with his request. He wants to reassure her right now, but that will delay him making it to her side, so he moves swiftly towards the library. ]

I won't be long.

[ And once he does find her and pockets his communicator, Robin approaches slowly, a worried look darkening his eyes. He kneels in front of her, looking up and focusing on her eyes. ] There's nothing to forgive, Elizabeth. What's taken hold of you? [ He reaches out for one of her hands, to offer some comfort. ]