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niteo_logs2012-04-11 02:40 pm
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Characters: Elizabeth Tudor, Open
When: Wednesday, 11th of April
Where: Apartment Building, Common Room
Rating: PG-13 & up
Summary: Elizabeth is sewing and pondering this strange new place.
Lavi had been kind and done as he said. He'd brought her clean clothes (which weren't at all familiar, but they covered everything, from head to toe, and she still had her corset on), and sewing to keep her occupied. She hadn't sat and just sewn since she was a girl. All that had been expected of her then, was being a good daughter and do as the King said, be a good and humble woman for when she was to be married off.
My, how things changed. Still were changing. She picked out a red thread, finer then anything they had in England, and threaded the needle. Her design was simple. A Tudor rose. A design she had done a hundred times. She knotted the end of the thread and pushed it through the material where it was held stiff on it's circle frame. Familiar, which was a God send in this place. Nothing was familiar. It was so easy to feel over whelmed, Elizabeth mused. But she'd faced worse things then this.
That and it was raining. Just like it did in England. So trying to conjure up a feeling of home, and of simpler times when so little was expected of her, she sewed.
When: Wednesday, 11th of April
Where: Apartment Building, Common Room
Rating: PG-13 & up
Summary: Elizabeth is sewing and pondering this strange new place.
Lavi had been kind and done as he said. He'd brought her clean clothes (which weren't at all familiar, but they covered everything, from head to toe, and she still had her corset on), and sewing to keep her occupied. She hadn't sat and just sewn since she was a girl. All that had been expected of her then, was being a good daughter and do as the King said, be a good and humble woman for when she was to be married off.
My, how things changed. Still were changing. She picked out a red thread, finer then anything they had in England, and threaded the needle. Her design was simple. A Tudor rose. A design she had done a hundred times. She knotted the end of the thread and pushed it through the material where it was held stiff on it's circle frame. Familiar, which was a God send in this place. Nothing was familiar. It was so easy to feel over whelmed, Elizabeth mused. But she'd faced worse things then this.
That and it was raining. Just like it did in England. So trying to conjure up a feeling of home, and of simpler times when so little was expected of her, she sewed.