RD14: Morning

[fairweather]

[A red-haired woman in her early twenties can be seen in the orb. She sits straight-backed and looks quite dignified as she smiles. In the background, one of the very fine rooms of the castle can be seen. When she talks, her voice is very cultured and the refined English accent of an upper-class Londoner.]

Tell me, loves, where can I find a dressmaker? I want something with a little more style and I’m afraid the hideous rags provided simply won’t do. These frills and extra fluff in the skirt, no, no, I want a dressmaker with a sense of style and elegance.

[She sighs. Concerned about her situation? Oh, sure, it's mildly distressing opening a book and waking up in a different dimension, but you learn to roll with the punches.]

And if you do not know where I can find a decent dressmaker, any information about this world will do. Do keep it fun, that dreadful old man was such a bore, droning on about saving the world and defeating thorns. Do I look like a gardener? No, of course not. I don't suppose I can find a decent spa around here, hm? Even natural hot springs will do.

Sophronia, if you're out there, I'm staying at the castle.

Comments

[folklorist]

Um w-well yes. I-I don't really consider it t-to be all that s-special, when, when you think about it. [ Loads of people have probably interacted with them before. It's just, for many, they don't know that they're actually gods. ]

[fairweather]

Quite modest, aren't you. I do like that in a person.

[folklorist]

Ah w-well...I-I suppose so. [ he shifts in his seat on the bed. He looks a bit sheepish as he regards Lavinia's words. ] It-it's only the truth. Lots of, um, p-people talk to mythica in my world. It-it just depends on your stance towards that sort of thing.

[fairweather]

Do tell, what exactly do you mean by mythica? I must say I've never heard it used in that form before.