♕ 5th - video - The Sight

[skjalf]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[skjalf]

( she smiles quietly. )

You are kind to offer such words of confidence.

( and as his grows in fondness, so does her own. it might be difficult for people to make it past her walls, but once they are inside, that is it. they're in. )

Then I am also honoured. I shall endeavour to be a sister worthy of such high regard, in that case.

[alionsheart]

And I'll endeavor to do the same.

[ Once they've made it to the gardens, he helps her find a spot where she can sit and rest. ]

I'll return in just a moment with some water.

[skjalf]

( she nods, and seats herself in the grass with her skirts pooled about her. )

You have my thanks.

[alionsheart]

[ When he returns with the water, he decides to sit with her, handing her the cup, then just taking a deep breath. ]

I forget to come here as often as I should. It's quite peaceful.

[skjalf]

I thank you. ( she takes the cup quietly, and brings it to her lips to sip of the cool water before she might respond. )

It is. For a time, I resided here with the elves. They are good and kind people. Have you met them?

[alionsheart]

[ He glances over now and then just to make sure she's alright, though he doesn't want to seem overbearing about it. ]

I haven't had the good fortune yet. Will you tell me of them?

[skjalf]

( she leans back after taking another sip of water, holding the glass delicately between her palms. )

Of course. They are fey folk, tall and lovely and ageless. Her Grace—Galadriel, is her name—she may be thousands of years old. Her people dwell in the forests of a land she calls Middle earth, though they hail originally from a different land altogether. They possess incredible power; foresight, magic, strength.

And the ability to play the most beautiful music and sing with the loveliest voices I have ever heard. I stand in awe of them.

And Lady Galadriel, she.. is all I wish to be: gentle, strong, and kind.

[alionsheart]

[ As she speaks, it's soothing in a way that's reminiscent of a fairytale, or lullaby, her words lyrical and evoking such pleasant images. ]

They sound lovely, I think I'd enjoy meeting them.

[skjalf]

( she smiles quietly, and closes her eyes for a moment. )

You will not be at all disappointed. They bring such a light to this place, as many others do.

The people are what make living here bearable for me.

[alionsheart]

I more than agree with that sentiment. I've felt that often when I speak with you, for instance.

[skjalf]

Me? ( she is more than a little surprised. she catches his gaze, and smiles a little, humbly. ) I thank you.

The sentiment is returned, I would have you know.

[alionsheart]

In a place that can at times be rather unbearable, I'm simply...grateful to have found someone I'm proud to call a dear friend.

[ He smiles back at her softly. ]

[skjalf]

( she finds herself smiling quietly. )

As am I. I would never have been able to meet any of you otherwise. I shall always be grateful for that.

[alionsheart]

Indeed. There is a bit of happiness to be found here, it seems.

[skjalf]

If one looks in the right places. I think perhaps I should introduce you to others in my acquaintance, as well.

Cesare, I will own can be.. ( she smiles a little. ) difficult. But if one can accept that, there is much to like and admire in him.

And his sister and her husband are also wonderful people. Lucrezia has been as a sister to me since my arrival. She is a great source of the light I have found here.

[alionsheart]

I would enjoy that.

And you needn't worry, I've quite some experience with difficult people.

[ He smiles, and he hopes it's reassuring, at least. ]

[skjalf]

Then I shall. Though my hope is that you will not find him such.

( she smiles a little, to cover the fact that she may be a little uncertain. just a little. her hopefulness outweighs that by a great deal. )

[alionsheart]

I'll certainly keep an open mind.

[ And that's a firm promise. ]

[skjalf]

You have my thanks.

( and genuine gratitude in return for that promise. )