If one is loose with days, it has been one year since Lady Macbeth arrived facedown in Milliways, newly freed of both madness and her life
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Being nearer to the lakeside view tends to make Milliways a bit more hospitable for Elizabeth than the view towards...space, she calls it.
In a move that she still considers bold for only her second time in the bar, Elizabeth offers a quiet "Hello" to the woman at the table nearest the windows.
The woman eyes her, taking measure of one who would be so forward. There is an intelligence there that she can converse with. Good.
"Good morrow to you, madame." She glances at the window which had just held the other's attention. "They comfort me, the grounds outside. Are they not a delight?"
"They are indeed," Elizabeth matches tone and inflection, if not actually the vocabulary -- an old habit from negotiations and subtleties she learned that went unnoticed by most. "If only I lived near such wide expanse."
Smiling a little stronger now, "I imagine you come here often, since you are so familiar with the area?"
She bows her head. "It is my haunt, if I may speak such a word of myself. These woods remind me of my kingdom, and are more home to me than this place." She gestures expansively at the bar.
"You are new yet in this place," she says, with a coy tilt of her head. "Pray, will you join me over a draught of wine?"
[ooc: arbitrarily millitimed to before MA left on her vacation, because verily, we proclaim it thus.]
Now, here is one she hasn't seen in some time.
Mary Anne approaches the lady's table and curtesys, as with any courtly audience. She may have her own queenship of sorts, but politeness never goes out of style.
Very few are the women that the Lady will greet with a kiss. But Mary Anne is dear, and has been from their first encounter. Lady Macbeth rises with a shout of laughter.
"Dear heart! Your company has been sorely missed! Come, come, will you sit with me a while?"
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In a move that she still considers bold for only her second time in the bar, Elizabeth offers a quiet "Hello" to the woman at the table nearest the windows.
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"Good morrow to you, madame." She glances at the window which had just held the other's attention. "They comfort me, the grounds outside. Are they not a delight?"
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Smiling a little stronger now, "I imagine you come here often, since you are so familiar with the area?"
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"You are new yet in this place," she says, with a coy tilt of her head. "Pray, will you join me over a draught of wine?"
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Now, here is one she hasn't seen in some time.
Mary Anne approaches the lady's table and curtesys, as with any courtly audience. She may have her own queenship of sorts, but politeness never goes out of style.
"My very dear lady."
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"Dear heart! Your company has been sorely missed! Come, come, will you sit with me a while?"
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"Of course, my lady."
And if her eyes are brighter than the lady remembers, well, it has been some time.
She takes a seat at the queen's (queens') table.
"How have you passed the hours since last we saw each other?"
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He takes a seat beside her; the chairs in this place are far from thrones, but they will serve. It is all about the aura one projects, after all.
"How do you fair this evening, my lady?"
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"Very well indeed, knowing that my lady is fair."
He runs his thumb over the back of her hand, glancing out the window. "You chose here for the view it affords you?"
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