[The small device clicked on when she knocked it. Silently recording. It captured no more than one pale long fingered hand with a ring clearly not made for a woman, but worn anyway, clenching up before making an effort to smooth out pale cream silk skirts.]
Wolsingham? Lady Knollesy?
[She sounds troubled, but firm that someone would come. She tries again when no one does.]
Lord Burleigh? … This is not amusing, end this now.
[The hand knocks the device, then picks it up in surprise. Light red hair comes into view, at one point, it may of been neatly arranged but right now, it’s fallen everywhere. Tumbling all the way down to her waist. She clearly doesn't understand what on earth the device is. Holding it first close, showing just the side of her mouth, white teeth where she bit her bottom lip in worry, then more of her as she held it further away, her whole face, frowning in confusion, her silk bodice, jewels and lace looking out of place.]
What strangeness is this thing?
[Still not aware that the device is on, she drops it into her lap where she’s seated on the ground. Nothing else is visible but that red hair, the cream bodice, swaying necklace of pearls and the sky above. There’s an irritated sigh.]
Well, now what? I’ve got a session with the Lords today. |
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