Fashion far beyond her. Everyone at this castle seems to be from an era of each other, but none of hers. It's a bit saddening, and more than a little frustrating, but tempers can be reckless.
"No?" she repeats, pausing thoughtfully. Not lost?
"Then you're certainly not a face I've seen around here before. My name is Elizabeth Hamilton," she says, and as she does, she rises from her seat to brush herself off, smiles politely, and bows. (She'd curtsy, once, when she was young. Customs change a little when decades pass and you age with it.) "It's a pleasure to meet you. You're quite a way from home."
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Fashion far beyond her. Everyone at this castle seems to be from an era of each other, but none of hers. It's a bit saddening, and more than a little frustrating, but tempers can be reckless.
"No?" she repeats, pausing thoughtfully. Not lost?
"Then you're certainly not a face I've seen around here before. My name is Elizabeth Hamilton," she says, and as she does, she rises from her seat to brush herself off, smiles politely, and bows. (She'd curtsy, once, when she was young. Customs change a little when decades pass and you age with it.) "It's a pleasure to meet you. You're quite a way from home."