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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.

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"... Is it?" She frowned thinking. Such things were not uncommon in the winter.

"I'm not sure what I can do to help you I am afraid. For some reason, my advisors never thought it a good idea to let me handle weapons." Something to do with her blowing their heads off in her rage, no doubt. Instead, she looked at the work in her lap, "but... if you need anything sewn, I'll be happy enough to do so for you."

"Yes. It's difficult with the weather, and most animals don't seem to like coming this far into the city."

Yukio moved closer to peer at the sewing in her lap, coming away impressed. He'd never been one for such things, himself. Patching a simple tear was one thing, but complicated decorative pieces were another matter entirely.

"Thank you for the offer. It can be a challenge to keep things in one piece around here."

"No they don't, unless their is food for them. But I trust you will stay safe?" Her concern was genuine, she knew how frequently things could go afoul in hunting. All it took was getting corned by a bear or something such.

"If you do it well the first time, it'll seldom need any kind of repairs later." She smiled at her work, "But I suppose in a place as hard as this, one becomes hard on your clothes."

"Of course. You have to go out pretty far to find anything actually dangerous." The bears lived much further away than Yukio planned to travel, so there would be only the dangers of the broken city to consider.

He looked down at himself, just a little bit sheepish. He'd managed to keep himself together fairly well, but there was no denying the inevitable degradation.

"Yes, that's true. All the little trips and falls add up quickly."

"That's good, and no animals come in closer for food? In England, in the longer months, it's really not unheard of for wolves to come in and snatch babies for food." She shook her head, it was horrible, but there it was.

Looking him up and down once she grinned wryly. "Apparently they do. I'll do what I can to make it look less obvious."

"I've only ever seen rodents and birds within the city itself. There are bears and deer beyond in the forest, but I've never encountered them personally."

He rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck with one hand. "Thank you. You're more than welcome to join us for a meal when I get back, if you'd like."

"I'm relieved to hear that. I don't know what I'd do if I came face to face with a wolf."

She nodded, smiling. "That is most kind of you, I'd like that."

He smiled back, offering her another small bow.

"I'll be off then. I'll contact you when everything is prepared."

"Wait, one more question... the animals you kill, do you keep the skins, or discard them?"

Planning already, she knew at least that Russia was cold, and would get colder.

"I've brought in birds for the most part. Honestly, I wouldn't know what to do with an animal skin if I got one."

"Not say... use it to line coats, make scarves and muffs?" Head tilted, curious. Really? Did no one think of that? It seemed practical at least.

"I doubt that most people here would know how to go about preparing the skins. I certainly wouldn't."

".... I see. Ah well, then there is nothing for it." She drummed her nails. "Seems a waste, either way. Never mind then, I'll let you be about your business, sir."

"It's something to look into, I think. It's possible that someone here knows and just hasn't thought to act on that knowledge. Or that we could learn from the people across the river."

He stepped away, turning toward the door and offering a short wave. "Good luck with your project."

"And you with your hunt, my lord."

She waved him goodbye, then went about her sewing again.