Who: Elizabeth and Open! When: 1/07/10, early evening Where: Nonsuch Palace What: Elizabeth has arrived, and she is fabulous. Rating: Let's start with PG and see where we go from there. Open/Closed: Open
Elizabeth was hungry.
Fascinated with Caligland as she was, that was what was most on her mind. She peered out of the window of the carriage she'd procured, drumming her fingers on the handle of her cane. She knew that this land was mostly populated by vampires, but she wasn't sure what the protocol was; she certainly wouldn't go attacking humans like a savage. It didn't work in her own world and it certainly wouldn't do for Caligland. She needed to appear aristocratic, calm, and capable, if she was to last here. This world had its own aristocracy, and no one at court would be intimidated by a five-hundred-odd-year-old countess with a criminal record, albeit one from Hungary in the 1500s.
As the carriage pulled up to the entrance to the courtyard, she straightened up, brushed off her clothes. She still had the urge to look in something, to check her reflection, but, of course, she had none. The only thing that reflected her image was a holy object, and she couldn't go carrying a blessed compact mirror. That was just bad taste. She lifted her cane and tapped the roof of the carriage to indicate she wanted to be let out, and waited until it pulled to a full stop before she stepped down, lifting her gaze to study the palace. Nonsuch was oddly named, but it seemed well put together, and fairly elegant. She wasn't entirely impressed with its size, but different cultures had different artistic values, she supposed.
She brushed a strand of dark hair out of her eyes and started forward, into the courtyard. Of course there were guards, but she barely gave them a passing glance. As she understood it, the court was open to all, and she had just as much right to be there as anyone else, if not more. She swept a hand over her hair and started up the steps, revealing her cane as little more than an affectation--she didn't use it for much more than dramatic posturing, and certainly didn't need it for such measly palace steps. She would see what there was to see, and maybe get a meal, too. She kept a keen eye out for any member of the court that could direct her. Preferably one that wasn't human, as she knew most servants were here. She simply didn't trust lesser savages.