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[ 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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[He looks mildly surprised, eyebrows raised.]

Well, that's an awfully cynical response for an offer of tutorship.

[It doesn't matter if she's right - or near right, anyway - but it does leave him wondering if she's heard anything about him. The pirate had a big mouth, and Gold always preferred to know the lay of the board before he started any game.]

( has she offended him? elizabeth could appear confused, but instead chooses to effect as much warmth as possible. because it isn't her intent at all to offend. )

I did not mean to put it quite so starkly, sir. I give lessons in Latin, for example to a man who in turn is teaching me the language of his homeland.

There is no currency here, and you and I are strangers. I would not presume to be worthy of such aid without offering something of equal measure in exchange. If you do, however, then I am very sorry. It was not my intent to appear ungrateful.

( sanctuary was a harsh lesson in the reality that everything was not going to be handed to her upon a silver platter. most here do require trade, or bartering of goods for other goods or services. she has merely assumed this to be the case here, rather than having heard anything a certain pirate might have said. )

[She's assuming there's nothing to gain from teaching her in the first place. Gold can't be sure if that's an indication of a more ingrained belief that her visions really won't be worth anything, in which case the lessons are going to be an uphill struggle, or as simply born out of her experiences on the ship as she says.

Either way, it's not something he's going to correct her on.]

If it would make you more comfortable, we can come to some sort of agreement. Though I can't say I can think of what I'd ask for in exchange.

[Which isn't strictly true, but he's interested in hearing what she'd offer.]

( she is uncertain as to whether she will ever see anything which pertains to the ship, rather than simply events from her own time period. but she has found that bartering is typically the route any take on this ship. mere favours courtesy of strangers, even at home are incredibly rare. which is where she had begun to learn of such things.

old habits are difficult to break, in the end. )

I fear that I have little of material value here, like many. But I can cook and sew, and I am knowledgeable enough, considering the period in history from which I come.

You may be from the future, or another world entirely. And my father taught me that knowledge has its own value. If I have been taught anything which may be of use, I might impart it freely, if you so wish.

( but of course, it's his call. )

If that is not to your liking, I will happily hear any suggestion you have, sir.

[Gold listens, but as she finishes simply seems to draw back, clearly not caught by any of the skills she'd listed.]

Then we may just have to see how it goes. I've no need to have you cook or sew when I'm perfectly capable of both myself.

[And he isn't going to opt for something as ambiguous as general knowledge, not unless he knows of some specific piece that he needs.]

( she nods in acquiescence. )

That is fine as far as I am concerned. I thank you, sir.

( there are disadvantages to being from the fifteenth century, and clearly she has stumbled across several. but she will endeavour to be as optimistic as possible. )

I think we can dispense with the sirs, even if I am going to be teaching you. Mr. Gold. [A slight tip of his head, indication of it being in reference to himself, before he points a loose hand towards the device screen.] And your name was?

As you like, Mr. Gold. I am Elizabeth Plantagenet. We are well-met.

( she dips her head formally, as she can't very well curtsey on camera. )

[It's a little bizarre, how familiar some of her mannerisms are, so removed from the setting he'd commonly interacted with them in. Still, he doesn't mirror her in any more than a small nod.]

We can begin your lessons as soon as you feel capable.

[If she really was too shaken by this incident, it was best not to push too hard too quickly.]

( the trained eye can easily see that she is yet rattled by this experience. but she is determined to regain some of her composure, and smiles slightly at the man's image upon her comm. )

I appreciate this very much. A little time, and I shall be well enough to begin. Would the morrow suffice?

( today, she would just like to recover her wits and relax. she is astute enough to know that only failure might accompany a mind too distracted by horror to focus properly upon its task.

but she does not want to tarry overlong. nuala was only too correct about the need to control this skill. and she is determined to do so much more positively than she has seen it done at home. )

A few days. [A smile, as though he could be joking.] Let me clear my schedule.

[His incredibly busy schedule of various magical experiments - which wasn't busy at all, but now struck with the real prospect of having a student, he feels the need for some preparation. And keeping her waiting a little wasn't going to do harm.]

That suits me well, also. ( her expression is as polite as she can manage while being so drained. ) At your leisure, of course.

( the importance of at least gaining a handle on herself has been struck firmly home today. but she is in no rush to do so, and indeed, a rest does sound fabulous. )

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