1. petronilla introduces herself
[Since Petronilla is illiterate and vain, she's spent the last day trying to figure out how to use the video function on the communication device. She finally turns it on and looks triumphantly into the camera - well, half-triumphantly, because she's pointing it at a spot just above her shoulder - but you can see her face and and the neat folds of her wimple well enough. Anyone looking closely will see that her nose is a little flattened, as though it's been broken at some point in the past.
The victorious look is quickly replaced with a pitiful pout when she remembers that appearing scared breeds sympathy, and she likes sympathy.]
Would any kind soul [she flutters her eyelashes] tell me who has brought me here? Angels or devils?
I seem to recall the moment well. I had been riding my grey mare, the gentle creature, the finest creature in Hertfordshire, when something must have startled it, for then she threw me. Oh! [Have a dramatic clutching of the chest, Barge!] My beloved grey mare! Was it some beast that made you throw your mistress down!
[She looks down at her feet with a sorrowful expression on her face, and though the camera just barely catches it, her hand is then gently placed on to her stomach.]
Why would they bring us here?
The victorious look is quickly replaced with a pitiful pout when she remembers that appearing scared breeds sympathy, and she likes sympathy.]
Would any kind soul [she flutters her eyelashes] tell me who has brought me here? Angels or devils?
I seem to recall the moment well. I had been riding my grey mare, the gentle creature, the finest creature in Hertfordshire, when something must have startled it, for then she threw me. Oh! [Have a dramatic clutching of the chest, Barge!] My beloved grey mare! Was it some beast that made you throw your mistress down!
[She looks down at her feet with a sorrowful expression on her face, and though the camera just barely catches it, her hand is then gently placed on to her stomach.]
Why would they bring us here?