[006] a time to reap, and a time to sow;

[commandsthewind]

dictated;

[she's really just thinking out-loud, at what the time of year means.] ... At this time for year, more than any other is when my court comes together. Perhaps it is the darkness of the world otherwise? It leaves little want to be alone, makes you want for any sort of company. Nor do I think it is entire Christian to wish so, though that is the holiday I know best for this time of year. For who wouldn't seek out warmth and colour when all is so bleak? Granted, my arrogance says this is a poor showing for a castle -- and my love of my country says that nothing is better than my palace at Hampton bedecked as fits the season.

Blasphemy as my Church and Bishops would say it to speak of such thoughts... But take away Christ as he matters as a person, and what do you have? The birth of salvation, and salvation is another term for hope, in one manner of thinking. For that is what Christ is, once you strip down the rest of what humans would say or do. Redemption, perhaps as well. In the new year that much of the one past can be redo, or have new over again. In my regard, I merely hope for a peaceful year, free from war, free from conspiracy and if I am very lucky, free from suitors. [she can't take herself too seriously after all]

I think perhaps in the regard, it is not so... singular to one culture, religion or in this case -- world. [she hums softly a hymn, to herself.] Hope in the dark. Aye, there is something in that.

action; [for anyone hunting down kissing purposes]

[Elizabeth was in the library, browsing the shelves without much reason. It was just quiet and warm, her fingers running across the spines, taking them out at random, to read a page or two and put them back. How strange, paper was so easily made for many here. But it's just idle thoughts, she's not really interested in anything at all. Something might take her fancy, eventually.] 

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dictated

[assassino]

It has been a while since I have heard much talk of God.

dictated

[commandsthewind]

A while too, for myself. Odd for me, when I have seen so much violence in God's name.

dictated

[assassino]

As have I... but truth be told, it is still strange to be in a place where few consider God, let alone believe.

ROFL SLDKFJSD WHOOPS AND GDIT JENN

[circleoflife]

[Mufasa is simply reading a children's book-- one on Christmas, no less!-- when he hears Elizabeth. He smiles and puts down the book, bowing his head.]

My Queen.

ROFLING SO HARD OMG.

[commandsthewind]

[Well, it's a start. She's a little disapproving of modern... variations about Christmas.]

My King. [there's a equally respectful bow.] How does the day find you?

NO SHUTUP

[circleoflife]

As well as it usually does. If nothing else, I'm finding myself pretty entertained. [See, now, the lion is completely down with this sort of harmless trolling.]

And yourself?

Action

[wilder]

[Zelos was making yet another attempt to find a book at the library, this time hopefully without kissing some awkward dude, when he sees a familiar person out of his eye. Well then, a much better person than an awkward dude. He'll approach]

Fancy seeing you here, your grace.

[commandsthewind]

[She turned, book in hand. Something else she'd pulled out, about something to do with cooking. She figured she had to learn eventually. But his voice is familiar to her rather brief perusal.]

My lord. [she bows her head in greeting.] Is it really? Books are something I enjoy after all. [Her room had them stacked all over the place.]

[wilder]

I know they are. [He puts his hands behind his head] But it seems this week I can't step into this library without meeting someone I know.

[Dictated]

[lightbranded]

It has always been in this time of the year that the powers of the Dark grow strongest. Yet, it is also in this time that people gather together to keep the light and hope and promise of spring in their hearts. Older than Christianity, that tradition is.

[Dictated]

[commandsthewind]

Very much so, or at least we use that excuse in court. It is never cold in the corridors when the fires are lit and the lords and ladies and staff of hundreds are bustling about.

Re: [Dictated]

[lightbranded]

In court?

[Dictated]

[chiefcookandlibrarian]

I do not know what holiday this is that you are speaking of, but I can only share in the wish for a year without suitors. I've had quite enough of that this past year.

[Dictated]

[commandsthewind]

If only it were a year of them! I have had twenty five years worth and grow tired of every single before I've even finished hearing their names.

Re: [Dictated]

[chiefcookandlibrarian]

Twenty five years! [Cimorene is horrified by this. She had only ever had to deal with suitors since running away from her arranged marriage to live with the dragons. As the youngest daughter of the King of Linderwall they had never been very interested. As a dragon's captive princess with half of a very prosperous kingdom offered as the reward for her rescue? Some days she had to turn three or four would-be rescuers. It was a horrible nuisance.] It was terrible enough these last few months. I had hoped eventually word would spread and they would lose interest.

action

[hellshaped]

[There's probably only one person in the castle who looks and dresses like that, so she's rather easy to spot as he makes his own way through the stacks. He pauses for a second, trying to decide if he should disturb her, but, well, she's standing right in front of the books he wants to look at. That's hardly his fault.

He clears his throat.]

Your Majesty.

[commandsthewind]

[So much for her sneaking about then. Here she thought she was being so subtle with the way she dressed.

Still she turns, and... she stares a little moment. Really, she tried to be good about these sorts of things, she had adjusted well to the things she couldn't understand or hadn't seen before but he...

... well he just looked so...

...

What was that on his forehead?

...

Moving on.]

Do I know you, my lord? [it hadn't clicked, just hearing people over the journals, to the reality.]

[hellshaped]

[He's used to that sort of reaction, and to be honest, he'd experienced much worse in his time in Paradisa. Most people on Earth were aware of who he was, since he was sort of a celebrity, so the worst he got there was a little bit of stammering and staring. In Paradisa, nobody had yet been outright terrified of him, but the reactions were a lot more unnerving than he'd experienced before.

Still. At least she wasn't screaming.]

Hellboy. The American who spoke to you about dancing and faucets.

[There is a lot of humor in his tone, but it's very dry. That's how he rolls.]

because this is so wrong, it's wonderfully right

[inafadingcrown]

[As much as she might wish to, Galadriel can't exactly hide in her room the entire month. And the library is likely to be safer than most places, right? Less populated, likely to be more sparsely decorated (so hopefully fewer of the magical-whatevers). She's browsing the books herself, just as aimlessly as Elizabeth, when she noticed the other woman.]

My lady.

[A smile and a nod.]

if it's wrong I don't wanna be right~

[commandsthewind]

[It seems a safe haven, or as safe as they come. For truly, at least. The pages of books are not spies. At least not here.

Or at least Elizabeth doesn't think so.]

My lady.

[The smile and the nod is returned] It is a pleasure to see you again.

[kingsgambit]

[There is someone else in the library, and really it's relatively easy for him to follow her as she looks at the books. He understands the interest, if he knew her thoughts of course, because books are rare in his world as well, and being able to read a rarer skill.

But that's neither here nor there as he just casually invades her space to look near her for a book of his own, reaching out to take one at random.]

It's rather a miracle to see this many books here, a treasure.

1/?

[commandsthewind]

[Elizabeth recognizes the voice, of course. One she has spoken too many times, but never seen.

So she turns, expecting... just something else than what she sees. Then she freezes. Of course it is possible, but she'd never thought he of all people--]

2/?

[commandsthewind]

Dudley?

3/?

[commandsthewind]

[....]

[No, no this is not Dudley, no matter what her eyes told her. The last time she had seen him, he had been wretched, she cold and they had been so much younger and so much different. This man could look as he did in age, but Dudley had never such a harsh look to his face.]

4/4~

[commandsthewind]

[So in the end she took a longer breath and steeled herself. Mind putting itself to rights after that shock. No, this was not Dudley, and her eyes had fooled her mind.]

Merlin, forgive me. [Remembering his statement, she turned to look at them, glad for it really as it took her mind off that.] It is, to have them so readily available as well.