First Story; Dictated;

[easily]

Niklaus? [Her voice carries over the journal, she hasn't yet realized it's dictating her words.] Brother, are you here?

I was just talking to him, he couldn't have gotten that far yet. Elijah? Kol? Finn? [Nothing. None of her brothers are calling back to her.

Her voice becomes a little more desperate.]

Mother? Father?

I don't know where this is. I know you were worried about the wolves and were looking for an answer from the spirits to protect us but where are we?

Are you even here?

[It's then that she realizes the journal is writing down her words.]

What is this thing? Why is it writing everything I'm saying? What kind of witchcraft is --

[But her message is cut short as she shuts her journal closed quickly.

It's all a little too much for her to take in.

She can however, still be found wandering around the lobby of the Castle looking really out of place.]

[ooc: open to action or delayed journal responses.]

Comments

[easily]

[Rebekah picks up her long skirts, trying to keep up as she follows the other woman.]

[nihilo]

Tell me where you're from.

[easily]

A small village from the new part of the world. [Because the episode never gave us what Mystic Falls was called back then /sobs]

[nihilo]

[ Alice gives her a look. ]

Americas?

[easily]

[She shakes her head.] No. [Or it hasn't been given that name yet, at least.]

[nihilo]

[ Alice shrugs. ]

I'm from England.

[easily]

[She nods a little.] It seems this place has taken people from all over.

[nihilo]

Have you met the talking ponies?

[easily]

I have not.

[nihilo]

We should go hunt down some. The knight needs a stallion.

[easily]

The more you speak, the more this sounds like a place out of stories I have heard.

[nihilo]

You've read the right ones then.

[easily]

My mother read them to me.

[nihilo]

Can't you read?

[easily]

No. Women are not usually allowed to read. My mother was an exception, since she was a witch.

[nihilo]

You know that has unpleasant connotation.

[easily]

Perhaps, but it does not make things less true.

[nihilo]

[ Alice turns her way and watches, for a moment. ]

I meant that your mother is a witch.

[easily]

But she was. She had learned magic from Ayana, another woman in our village.

[nihilo]

[ She quirks her head in question. ]

Was?

[easily]

Sorry, is.