A young woman steps through the door...

[lincilla]

In she strides, swinging through the Mansion's tall front doors in a swirl of vivid colors - a tall, lanky young woman, somewhere in her early twenties, with startlingly green eyes and a veritable mane of marmalade-colored curls tumbling loose to her waist. She wears a loose white shirt and sand-colored bloomers, billowing out until they tighten

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[princessofllyr]

[Typist: Because us Lloyd Alexander characters must stick together.]

*Eilonwy wanders by just in time to hear Vesper's final word* Not here, probably, *she says, her tone matter-of-fact* that is, if you just arrived. If you've been here for a while, I imagine that whoever it is is here, unless you're in the habit of talking to nonexistent people, which sounds rather tiresome if you ask my opinion, which you haven't.

[lincilla]

OOC: :D Especially the feisty redheaded heroines, right?

Vesper lets her get all this out with only a slight lift of the eyebrow. When it sounds like the other girl is done, she replies, "I have just arrived. Though arrived where is really the question."

[princessofllyr]

[Typist: Of course! And, looking back, it's surprising how many of those there actually are.]

People call it the Mansion, which is the most ridiculous name I've ever heard, but no one's volunteering to make a new one, so that's what everyone calls it.

[lincilla]

"I guess every place needs some kind of name. Though that doesn't quite encompass everything I see out there." She nods to the open door. "If that's all part and parcel of this Mansion, it's a pretty big estate."

[princessofllyr]

True. But the Mansion's an easy way to refer to it, since it's bascially its own world in every significant way.

[lincilla]

A quirk of the head. "What do you mean by that?"

OOC: Whoops! I fail at HTML.

...man, do I fail. *headdesk*

[princessofllyr]

It's completely isolated. You can't leave. *says this slightly bitterly*

[lincilla]

"There's a way out of everywhere, if you look hard enough," says Vesper, with the breezy air of a girl who's escaped from more cages, traps, prisons and dungeons than any sensible person ought.

[princessofllyr]

No, it's not locked or anything; it just isn't near anything anyone knows, so there's nowhere to go.

[lincilla]

"Is there any form of transportation available besides your own two feet? A carriage or wagon or anything, horses to pull it? If you travel far enough, you're sure to hit something."

[princessofllyr]

Not that doesn't belong to anyone, know.

[lincilla]

"If it's a matter of being trapped here, though..."

[princessofllyr]

Yes, but they're trapped too.

[lincilla]

"But if they're trapped here, and they have horses, couldn't they ride the horses or ride behind them in a carriage or something, and go on until they find some other civilization?" Vesper continues patiently.

[princessofllyr]

Perhaps, but there could be a thousand reasons why they don't, at least not yet.

[lincilla]

"But if you, for instance, are wanting to get out, why don't you just ask whoever it is that owns the horses? Or, if nothing else, walk?"