[ She supposes that acting will need to be added to the list of skills she has acquired due to her circumstances. Lock picking, decoding, singing, painting, scientific study. Why not acting?
Who would have thought a simple piece of paper that seemed to glow in the night would lead her to such a place? A construction of a town that seems to truly exist somewhere else; recreated from memories as opposed to accuracy. Even the lodge that looks over a dark lake comes from the mind of someone as opposed to the shape it truly is in reality.
A reality.
Elizabeth looks up from the luminescent paper in her hands. A man--the Champion of Light--would come to rescue the imprisoned woman with odd powers. Her gaze narrows. The notion is far too familiar and far too accurate to be anything but inspired. Which means someone knows some sort of echo of a reality that should no longer exist. A city, a man, lives unlived. She would have thought the Lucteces had in their hands in such a thing if she wasn't keenly aware of their thought processes.
No, whoever wrote this is someone else entirely. ]
The Champion of Light... [ a tilt of her head, ] and the Herald of Darkness. Fighting in a place called "Night Springs"? Hmm.
[ Which means this must be Night Springs.
Elizabeth's sky-blue eyes raise once more to look at the ceiling of the room she finds herself locked in. A bedroom that seems it belongs to a patient in a clinic more than anything. She folds the paper and places it under her corset before moving to the door. Locked, of course. Solid heavy wood. ]
And not a hairpin in sight. [ She sighs at herself and turns back to the room. ] I suppose I'm to play along for now.
[ Which hardly means she'll simply stay put and wait to be rescued.
She moves to the chair at the desk. With a grunt of exertion, Elizabeth raises the chair. A motion that sends her weight forward and the chair makes contact with the door. Again, she strikes it. Either the door will cave in or the chair will break. Or, this supposed "Champion of Light" will make an appearance. ]
—lake lodge.
Who would have thought a simple piece of paper that seemed to glow in the night would lead her to such a place? A construction of a town that seems to truly exist somewhere else; recreated from memories as opposed to accuracy. Even the lodge that looks over a dark lake comes from the mind of someone as opposed to the shape it truly is in reality.
A reality.
Elizabeth looks up from the luminescent paper in her hands. A man--the Champion of Light--would come to rescue the imprisoned woman with odd powers. Her gaze narrows. The notion is far too familiar and far too accurate to be anything but inspired. Which means someone knows some sort of echo of a reality that should no longer exist. A city, a man, lives unlived. She would have thought the Lucteces had in their hands in such a thing if she wasn't keenly aware of their thought processes.
No, whoever wrote this is someone else entirely. ]
The Champion of Light... [ a tilt of her head, ] and the Herald of Darkness. Fighting in a place called "Night Springs"? Hmm.
[ Which means this must be Night Springs.
Elizabeth's sky-blue eyes raise once more to look at the ceiling of the room she finds herself locked in. A bedroom that seems it belongs to a patient in a clinic more than anything. She folds the paper and places it under her corset before moving to the door. Locked, of course. Solid heavy wood. ]
And not a hairpin in sight. [ She sighs at herself and turns back to the room. ] I suppose I'm to play along for now.
[ Which hardly means she'll simply stay put and wait to be rescued.
She moves to the chair at the desk. With a grunt of exertion, Elizabeth raises the chair. A motion that sends her weight forward and the chair makes contact with the door. Again, she strikes it. Either the door will cave in or the chair will break. Or, this supposed "Champion of Light" will make an appearance. ]