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[anneotherboleyn]

If only because she could not escape the dual ghosts of her mother and the Queen of France taking her to task for ignoring an event, Anne had put on a lovely green dress and stopped by the Mardi Gras party. No mask, so that her presence could be noted by anyone who wished to, and then she left, for she could not abide any more of that foolish

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[frakkup]

Kara sank into the chair next to her, lap half-swallowed by an ever growing collection of books and notes. "I'm a jackass," she announced, pushing her foot past Anne's to rest against the leg of the couch. "Ask me how."

[anneotherboleyn]

"That would imply that I do not know the ways in which you're a jackass, or that I wish to become one as well," Anne said brightly, but her tone was all approval. "What have you done?"

[frakkup]

Kara flipped her pretty friend the bird and held up her papers. "Bitten off more than I can chew? Put myself forward as a responsible adult who has any hope of helping others?"

She sighed and laid her head back against her chair. "Maybe I'll get lucky and disappear tomorrow."

[anneotherboleyn]

Anne shook her head. "If you act as though you have all the knowledge in the world, you'll be halfway there. I don't see you proclaiming answers, simply the search." She took a sip of tea, and added, "And if you disappear, I shall put Calliope in a dress and she'll become a young lady. Lace and embroidery."

[lt_blade]

Frankly, Sonya was ashamed that even after a party, she wasn't able to get a decent nights sleep. Her dreams, once made of twisted past memories, were now of parties and battle celebrations in blood, dark read and the decorations consisting of torn bodies.

She was also feeling more worn out, and so that was why she made another trip to the bookshelf,dressed in the military trousers and tank top in order to grasp any sense of self.

Unfortunately, the bookshelf saw fit to give her books on famous (and dangerous) queens and kings, and magazines and books on weddings.

'When the Emperor takes over your sad realm, I will take you as my queen. I cannot have such a fighter as you perish in Kahn's tournament, it would be a waste.'

She finally settled on The Art of War before going over to the couch, but not before doing a double take at the dark haired woman on the couch. Blue, dark hair, obviously some nobility of a sort..Sonya thought back to Kitana, princess of Outworld and assassin for Kahn, but rumor had it that she was falling out of

[anneotherboleyn]

One of Kara's? She certainly had the look, but Anne felt mature enough these days to ask before judging. At any rate, there were more than a few of these women running around in men's clothes and looking sullen. While a courtier might not have been so different from a woman soldier, a courtier at least had the sense to smile all the harder if she was put on the run.

"You look tired," she said, though kindly. "Perhaps it is rest you should be seeking, and not a book."

[lt_blade]

Sonya scolded herself for letting her exhaustion show, but fighting it was only making her more exhausted.

She straighten her back against the couch, though it was probably too late to hide it. "I've looked worse," was her sore attempt at humor. "and if they have anything here for dreamless sleep, I'm sure there are people worse off who could use it."

[anneotherboleyn]

"Oh, my," Anne said mildly. "Why punish others when you can punish yourself, I see. It's a nice idea, but there really are too many other people in the world who would happily take that over for you."

[starkrose]

Lyanna was talking aloud to her three-month old child, pointing out all the little things throughout the building that made it less of a dreary, foreign place and more of a second home to her. When she came into the rec room she pointed out the jukebox, the shelves, the table, the piano, and when she spotted the noblewoman, Lyanna smiled and took her daughter's little fingers to point first at the woman, then at her own modest dress.

"Blue," she named the color they both wore. Hers was not nearly so lavish and rich, but blue all the same. A pale version. Ygraine waved her little hands with glee. "My daughter admires your gown, lady."

[anneotherboleyn]

Anne smiled at the child, and then the mother. While once the sight would have set her teeth on edge, Anne felt mostly a vague nostalgia for her lost chance at motherhood. If only she'd been allowed to hold Elizabeth so....

"I have been lucky enough to find a tailor on this island who can help me with my outlandish fashions," Anne laughed. "I thank her for the compliment."

[starkrose]

Wandering closer, Lyanna replied, "Oh, but I would not call them outlandish." Wiping at her daughter's mouth with a clean handkerchief, she added, "I know a woman who would find your fashions entirely to her taste. It would have pleased my father to see me so comfortable as you in your splendor."

[anneotherboleyn]

"But it would not have pleased you," Anne guessed. "And that is a sin much greater than meat on a Friday, I think. I've quite a few people here who have scolded me for continuing to dress like this in the island heat." She smiled, and gestured towards the seat next to her. "Will you sit?"

[likes_to_bite]

Sunny looks up from the drawing of the giant cat she's working on on the floor, and her mouth parts at the lady who just walked in.

Duck and Geoffrey say it's not nice to stare, but she can't help herself, sticking the crayon in her mouth like it's edible.

[anneotherboleyn]

Anne could not have said why she knew so many children here. Certainly, she was not very good with them, not as her blessed sister Mary, nor even in Henry's jovial, selfish way. Childhood had been a burden and something to grow out of as quickly as possible.

"Good day," she said to the child, unsure of what else to say at all.

[likes_to_bite]

Sunny forgets to even say hello.

She takes the crayon from her mouth, sitting up a little. "Are you a princess?"

[anneotherboleyn]

"I was a Queen," Anne said. No, she had never been a Princess, something her enemies had been all to happy to point out-- though of good blood and breed, Anne was not as Katherine had been, a Princess of the Blood. Damn her.

[poison_pearl]

I find myself given pause by this sight, not entirely out of place in my own time as it would be. It is, at least, a hallmark of an earlier age, and I find myself driven to comment.

"You could have stepped out of a painting, almost," I say, tilting my head, "although obviously, you could not have, sitting down as you are."

[anneotherboleyn]

"I find most of the paintings did me little justice," Anne said brightly, silkily. "Very pompous of me to say, but if you must be immortalized in some medium, I would have preferred the photographs of the future to some man's brush. So much subjectivity there..."

[poison_pearl]

"My uncle was very much against photographs," I say, thoughtfully, although my thought is not for my uncle but for her identity, which if I ever had has escaped me, now. Someone painted, then. "He felt they inevitable bound their contents to a period in time, and that only words could be timeless. I rather think he was wrong, don't you? Words change, to, one has only to converse with any on the island to realize that."

[anneotherboleyn]

"Change is their very nature," Anne agreed. "And their best use. Like the brush, they are only what the artist makes them to be, and the gazer later on. I've had more than one picture painted of me, with very different words."