First night || Athena Cabin

Soon, another character had entered the accommodation, leaving Eleanor to wonder curiously as the girl made her way in and sat on her bed. Though the other daughter of Athena had let out a scream upon the sight of Eleanor, which, despite Eleanor having seen this girl, caused her to jump and gently place a hand on her heart. For about five minutes, the Lady Eleanor was unsure about what to do. She waited patiently for the other girl to speak, believing for such a reaction that it was probably the best option to take. She worried that she had scared the girl, hating for anyone to have such a reaction. Eleanor was ready to apologize for her intrusion, feeling she could probably go and ask one of the people she had met today if she could stay with them that night instead, but perhaps they didn't want that. That or the rules wouldn't allow it, and Eleanor herself wasn't one to break the rules.

The other daughter of Athena introduced herself as Rose Gallagher. Oh, a beautiful name. Quickly, Eleanor got to her feet, gently shook Rose's hand, gave a small bow of the head and smiled. "My name is Eleanor Holland, if you had not guessed already, I got here today." Her English accent was clearly noticeable, and her words fairly eloquent in the necessary places. Though chuckling a little after her words, the Lady found herself looking down at her clothes upon the question as to why she was wearing it. "Uh..." she started, "have you heard of the Lotus Casino...? I think that is what it is called." If the girl knew, Eleanor wouldn't have to explain it, though instead, Eleanor waited patiently for an answer, keeping a warm smile upon her lips.

"Geez Gwen, that's a nice way to greet our new...sister, tell her you're gonna rip her throat out," Rose said dryly, she had never really spoken to Gwen all that much but she knew the older demigod had never been particularly good at being social, Rose then turned her full attention to the new girl in the room. She wasn't sure about the blonde yet, it was a little bit hard to judge yet considering so far they'd said maybe two things to each other plus the scream, but Rose would rather forget about that part of their already awkward introduction.
"You are a child of Athena right? I'm assuming that's why your here. Oh, and yeah I've heard of the Lotus casino, that's the place where you never age right? With all the cool video games. Not that you would think of it as cool because you were there for, what? 6000 years or something, I'm babbling aren't I? Sorry, I do that sometimes, you'll get used to it, probably," Rose smiled sheepishly at the blonde across from her. she was extremely red so decided to talk to Gwen. She turned to her black-haired half-sister.
"So, Gwen, what are you reading?" she smiled warmly.

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Eleanor Holland
Gwendolyn Pearce

Eleanor looked between the two other daughters of Athena as the elder corrected the younger's words about what to refer to her as, ensuring that she was referred to by her full name and only that. The name being Gwendolyn. Eleanor knew she would not make the mistake of referring to her as anything but that, if there was anything Eleanor knew and it was respect. Especially for someone who seemed like a high ranking noble, looking both just like one and acting as though she was. Her choice of words said it all, 'It would be wise to remember that and not get lazy' She spoke exactly like a queen. This time, Eleanor decided to remain quiet. If this girl was a queen or a lady of a sort, then it would be wise to show nothing but respect around her, just like she would if she were in service once again. 

Suddenly, Eleanor felt drawn to the idea of a renaissance faire. Somewhere that seemed like home, where people dressed up like they themselves were from the same century that this particular daughter of Athena had been born in. Though the fact that the Lady Gwendolyn had referred to them as imbeciles had caused the joy of such an idea to falter. Perhaps there was little no to historical accuracy in the event, perhaps it was all just something stupid and nothing like the real thing. It would seem her only connection to home was indeed the forge she had visited earlier that day, though there were some contraptions within that accentuated the advancement of modern technology. Rose, then, agreed with Gwendolyn and for a moment, the smallest of frowns appeared on the lips of the blonde. "I see," she said at first, "I suppose they must be nothing like the real thing," she mused, looking between the dark hailed girl and the redhead once again. "But yes, if that is what a 'renaissance faire' is, then it is why I am dressed as though I have just come from one." Pointing out the obvious, of course, but Eleanor didn't know what else to do. She felt useless here, as though she had no purpose. She didn't know what to do with herself or what to say. At least back home, she served her queen. That was her purpose. Here, she just sat on her bed, feeling nothing but alone, in spite of the presence of two siblings. She didn't voice this feeling out loud, however. She couldn't. Instead, she would have to wait. At least until she could find another to trust and to be loyal to. Until then, Eleanor would just have to improvise. 

At the blonde's statement of it being a pleasure of meeting the two, it was shortly followed by a snort from Gwendolyn. Once again, Eleanor decided to remain quiet at first. It was a particular statement would couldn't be amended without offense, and again, this only seemed to reinforce the idea that Gwendolyn was a woman of high ranking. Eleanor was close to adopting the attitude she usually did around the queen, except around this girl. To stand at the edge of the room, speaking only when told to. Bowing her head when she passed, quietly speaking the words, 'my lady'. Soon, Eleanor knew she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.

Upon the redhead's asking of the book, the elder of the two siblings tapped the book's cover. It read, 'The Catapult: a history.' To which, Eleanor felt herself smile. She had seen catapults before, since there were usually around in case the king, as unlikely as it may have been, decided to besiege a castle. Eleanor's father had even told her of the catapults, telling her of the involvement of powerful trebuchets in the Hundred Years War. Rose, then, remarked on how interesting the book sounded and directed a question towards Eleanor, for her either to confirm or deny. Eleanor nodded, "they used them a lot back home. It was usually advantageous when it came to besieging a castle, perhaps. My father used to tell me of them and their power in battle."
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OOC: Longer than I had intended. xD She'll refer to Gwendolyn as "my lady" in the next post, she's trying so hard to resist the temptation. xD  I hope this is okay for you both. (:
Tagged: Rose Gallagher, Gwendolyn Pearce

Rose yelped when a small throwing knife was thrown at her head and held up her hands in defeat, "Fine fine, your name is Gwendolyn, no need to kill me, geez," she really would prefer not to lose her head over something as trivial as a name. The older girl shot her an icy glare which made her want to melt into the shadows like a child of Hades but she stood her ground, staring back. Rose guessed that Gwendolyn didn't care what Eleanor thought of her because she was probably scaring the girl.

"Truthfully, Renaissance faire's can be fun," Rose said, she had seen something flash through the blonde's eyes when Gwendolyn had said that people who went to Renaissance faire's were imbeciles. She would probably get called an imbecile for that but who cares, "my dad used to take me to them whenever we could afford it."

Rose smiled when Eleanor confirmed her theory, she hated being wrong, and that would have been no exception. At Gwendolyn's question about catapults and heads Rose wanted to throw up, she hated blood, "Gwendolyn, that's disgusting, and why would you want to know anyway?" Rose squealed as she chucked a pillow at her sister, although after the throwing knives it probably didn't do much in the way of scaring Gwen.