[She haven't met Alleyne, only spoken to her through the journal. Hearing that she's in the library, just like Marian, she takes the opportunity to roll over and say hello.]
Hello, Miss Alleyne. I'm Marian. We've spoken a little through the journals.
[She has a rather distinctive, calm, monotone voice. You can almost hear her linefacing.
So here's a somewhat short elf, no really she's only like 5'3" leaning against the side of a shelf flipping pages, food within arms reach on a table nearby.]
Fair met, Lady Marian. How does the evening treat you?
[Marian sits comfortable in her wheelchair, so she's still looking up to everybody in more ways than one. The elf looks dignified and Marian likes her outfit; green and red are her favourite colours. ]
I'm well, Miss Alleyne, better by the day. How are you?
There were many feasts for various saints back home. Around this time, we celebrated the Annunciation... It seems like Paradisa picks up a bit of the old pagan traditions, combined with the traditions of the church.
I saw the invitation, I might be going with a friend. [Hesitates.] There seem to be a good deal of people who believe that the feast is a trap. I hardly know what to make of it.
The church was mostly for humans, or those that integrated with society at large. The angels and gods and demons meddle enough in everyone's affairs directly to not need holy refuge everywhere, so I've no idea their traditions. I try to stay out of such, though a bratty angel did find me recently.
I wouldn't blame them for thinking such; it's been a rough couple weeks lately and the castle could turn on us at any second. I should supervise, though if it turns out to be legitimate celebration, I suppose I'd be remiss in not honoring the equinox as I would back home.
Seems to me that your world has a more... eh, direct relationship with divine things than mine. A bratty angel? I wonder if I've met the same one. [Still adjusting, quite confused by it.] And you do celebrate the equinox in your world?
Very direct. One could wander into the realm of demons if they so wished, and angels help officiate the tournament. The one that invaded my forest was a short tempered brat who wanted to start fights for the tournament so she could get high standing in her society. She was very loud and crass but I quieted her before too long. They're just like anyone else, it seems.
[She sighs and takes a sip.]
Elves are very much into respecting nature and animals and what the world gives us, so it was important I at least thanked the spirits for another passing of seasons.
[Marian thinks about this for a while before answering.]
It seems the high and mighty do as they please, no matter the consequences, what ever world you come from. Where I come from, there's a big forest, Sherwood, that the officials wanted to chop down for several reasons. The mining left big wounds in the grounds. It was bad, the forest itself could feed everyone, if you know how to survive there.
[She's suddenly silent. She's missing Sherwood acutely, even though she passed on the opportunity to live there when she had the chance. Things would have been very different if she had made Sherwood her home. Instead of that, her behaviour during the short time she lived in Sherwood was probably quite similar to that angel Alleyne describes. She was grieving at the time, but that was no real excuse... Shaking off the feeling, she smiles to Alleyne instead.]
It always depresses me to see people wreck forests for no reason; a particular powerful demoness and her three minion ladies would run rampant on the world, and one minion in particular would kill some off just to try to get me to initiate fights with them.
[She decides to switch to happier topics.]
That's neither here nor there, though. We'd celebrate by giving thanks to the trees themselves that were so kind to house us, sing, dance, eat, drink, the usual festivities. I suppose one day off wouldn't do me in...
It sounds a lot like the May Day festivities we have on the first day of May.
[Despite this similarity, Marian is a bit downhearted to hear that the powerful women of Alleyne's world are no better than the powerful men in hers. But it's no use to dwell on it now.]
I'm sure it will be a fine feast, unless it's a trap.
[The ladies are all kinds of problems there, power changes nuthin' mangs]
I'm sick of traps, but living here even this short while has made me wary. Just for once, I'd like a nice festival for everyone to enjoy, where the only bad occurrences would be a stomachache from overeating or a headache from overdrinking.
I agree, it would be nice to just enjoy, for once. I really don't know how it will work with this wheelchair. I've decided to go down early, perhaps find a nice place to sit, sample the food and watch people go by. It's worth a try! [Optimistic.]
Hello, Miss Alleyne. I'm Marian. We've spoken a little through the journals.
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So here's a somewhat short elf, no really she's only like 5'3" leaning against the side of a shelf flipping pages, food within arms reach on a table nearby.]
Fair met, Lady Marian. How does the evening treat you?
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I'm well, Miss Alleyne, better by the day. How are you?
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She'll sit down and meet you face to face.]
Debating whether I should go tomorrow or not. The past few holidays have been stressful at best.
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I saw the invitation, I might be going with a friend. [Hesitates.] There seem to be a good deal of people who believe that the feast is a trap. I hardly know what to make of it.
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I wouldn't blame them for thinking such; it's been a rough couple weeks lately and the castle could turn on us at any second. I should supervise, though if it turns out to be legitimate celebration, I suppose I'd be remiss in not honoring the equinox as I would back home.
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[She sighs and takes a sip.]
Elves are very much into respecting nature and animals and what the world gives us, so it was important I at least thanked the spirits for another passing of seasons.
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It seems the high and mighty do as they please, no matter the consequences, what ever world you come from. Where I come from, there's a big forest, Sherwood, that the officials wanted to chop down for several reasons. The mining left big wounds in the grounds. It was bad, the forest itself could feed everyone, if you know how to survive there.
[She's suddenly silent. She's missing Sherwood acutely, even though she passed on the opportunity to live there when she had the chance. Things would have been very different if she had made Sherwood her home. Instead of that, her behaviour during the short time she lived in Sherwood was probably quite similar to that angel Alleyne describes. She was grieving at the time, but that was no real excuse... Shaking off the feeling, she smiles to Alleyne instead.]
How do you give thanks to the spirits?
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[She decides to switch to happier topics.]
That's neither here nor there, though. We'd celebrate by giving thanks to the trees themselves that were so kind to house us, sing, dance, eat, drink, the usual festivities. I suppose one day off wouldn't do me in...
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[Despite this similarity, Marian is a bit downhearted to hear that the powerful women of Alleyne's world are no better than the powerful men in hers. But it's no use to dwell on it now.]
I'm sure it will be a fine feast, unless it's a trap.
[Her voice is amused.]
Perhaps we'll meet in town?
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I'm sick of traps, but living here even this short while has made me wary. Just for once, I'd like a nice festival for everyone to enjoy, where the only bad occurrences would be a stomachache from overeating or a headache from overdrinking.
Will you be able to move well if you go?
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