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

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[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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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.

Edited 2012-12-08 22:57 (UTC)

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.

In court?

Ah yes, my court. [there's a quiet chuckle.] I am the Queen of England, lad.

[Will pauses. Being what he was, it was not too surprising that he would one day meet a Queen of England. All of time was his to walk, and even if an Old One should leave no footprints there would still come many days when his path would lead him to such famous names. Arthur he had already met, and Owain Glyndwr and the White Lady of the Sea and the King of the Lost Land besides. And if Bran's choice had been different Will would have been advisor and counsel to him, the heir to the pendragon in the modern age. Royalty held no intimidation to him.

But all the same, the part of Will that had been raised as a loyal British citizen had to admit to some amount of awe. He chooses to respond to her with the fully formal greeting of his kind.]

Then in the name of the Light and of the Old World before the Dark came, I greet you. I am Will Stanton, of the village of Hunterscoombe in Buckinghamshire.

[There's a warmth that fills her words at his greeting, it is so much of home.]

Elizabeth Tudor, Queen of England, Ireland and France, defender of the faith -- and now it seems in the company of a charming young man.

Well met, Will Stanton. It is a pleasure.

[Will blinks once in surprise, but that is the only sign of shock he shows. He simply continues speaking mildly.]

Goodness, it is very kind of you to say so.

Hardly that at all. You are a very well mannered young man. That I am finding to be a true rarity.

I think that you will find that I am not very much like other boys. [His tone is careful. This was new territory for Will. Arthur and Owain and the King of the Lost Land had simply known him for what he was, even never having met him before. He was not entirely sure how to go about explaining, or if he even should.]

Well, then you are exceptional. For I have seen many young boys, and some go on to be kings. [In the end, after seeing so much in this place, she's learned to not be so shocked any more. In fact, after her life in general, shock was something she'd long trained herself from showing any more, let alone acting upon it.]

Exceptional? I would not say that. [Will says this quietly. He was different. He could never truly think of himself as a human anymore. But in him there was no great honor. Only that respect given to an Old One for what they were. His purpose was to serve and guide.]

Rather, I think you might say that I am one that is very old for my age.

Very old. In what way?

[Experience, did age. Elizabeth knew that well. One year as queen had aged her more than anything else.]

That is very complicated to explain. [He hesitates, trying to find the proper words.]

In one sense I am as old as the hills and older even than that. And in another sense I am only as old as the thirteen years I have lived. Both at the same time are true.

Well. [give her a moment to that point and purpose, it takes awhile. A long while to muddle through that riddle.]

Do you mean your purpose is as old as that? Or is some part of you very realistically that old?

Both are true, in a sense.

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