Two Loose Ends Make A Knot // Tag: Eleanor

What was it now, Eleanor's... third day at camp? And shamefully, she was still unsure of the location when it came to a few of the places. Of course, she knew exactly where the forge was (just follow the sounds, to be honest) and where the lake was. The forge was where she made her first friend, and it was the strongest link to home she had. Forges were a common thing back at home, there was one in every castle and often in every town or village. It was heartwarming just to hear the sound of the clanging of the metal once again. Of course, it was similar feeling she got at the lake, but that was only because there was a considerable lack of modern technology there, and so Eleanor didn't feel like anything had changed - perhaps just like she was on holiday with her family on a trip to English lakes. Or even just stopping by a lake on her way from home to court. Either way, the water rang with a sound of home and it was comforting. It was difficult not to be homesick, and Eleanor was still in mourning, though she had to hide this. It was something to was used to doing, holding back her emotions until she was alone. And in a new camp, she didn't know what people might think, so she held it back all the same and trying to continue being her normal self. To the greatest extent it was possible, however. 

So Eleanor had started the day exploring again, as an attempt to get used to her surroundings. Though the earlier two days, she had visited only the arena, forge, cabins and lake, there was more to explore and so that was what today was for. Today was for getting a better understanding of what was where, mostly so she could get a little more comfortable with her surroundings. Once that was done, she could try adapt to the sudden changes in technology and contraptions, how much more advanced they had become. But that was going to take time, and she knew that better than anyone. 

Though this plan had quickly backfired when Eleanor found herself a little lost. She was close to a big blue house which, at least to her, looked fairly important. For a few minutes, Eleanor aimlessly wandered around outside the place, trying to think which way to go. Until she stopped, thinking for a few moments. Which direction had she walked from? Usually she remembered these things, what was happening to her? So she just frowned, in deep thought. That was until she was approached by a girl who cleared her throat, which succeeded in getting the blonde's attention. "Pardon me?" Eleanor asked at first in response to the girl's words, her English accent clear through her words, on top of that, her words were eloquent and thus clearer. Though this became more apparent when she next spoke, "oh, please forgive me. I misheard you at first." She smiled at first and bowed her head just a little, feeling it a more polite way of saying she didn't actually understand the first few things the girl had said. Of course, her consequent apology had been the result of her understanding the girl's last few words, which were asking if the blonde needed any help or directions. "Perhaps back to the cabins? I am still trying to find my way around this place, though this is the first time I have been truly lost." A nervous laugh soon followed. Perhaps it wasn't the best first impression to give, but Eleanor felt this girl was nice. Well, she spoke in a way Eleanor recognized better than the accent everyone else had adopted. Of course, there had been one or two people in court from Ireland who spoke in a similar way. Perhaps this girl had a closer link to Eleanor's home than other people in this camp, though really she would have to wait and see for such a thing.
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OOC: There you go, I hope it's okay. xD If you want me to change anything, just say. But yeah. xD 
Tagged: Sarina O'Leary

The girl who had approached her had certainly seemed the friendly type, something which Eleanor liked the sound of. At first, the blonde herself smiled and nodded. "I am English, yes." This was perhaps the first time someone had truly recognized that about her, or at least pointed it out. Though in reality, the daughter of Athena was still unsure about the country she was in at this time. Everyone spoke differently, despite their accents being somewhat similar in some aspects. That was when the blonde picked up on what else this girl had said. 'At least from the UK?' What on earth was the UK? Was it something to do with England? With that thought, she tilted her head ever so slightly. "Forgive me for me asking, but what is this... 'UK' that you speak of?" A genuine question. Of course, being from a particular time period, she had no idea about what England had been up to during her entrapment, thus any unions, surrenders or conquering that England had taken part in was completely unknown to her. "Though you do not sound as though you are from here, either." And then she paused, trying to gather what accent it had been. "Ireland, perhaps?" Indeed, there had been one or two Irish men at court, though their business wasn't usually as big as that of the Englishmen. But it had meant she had heard their voices and it sounded awfully similar to this girl's accent. It was a good thing she had a good memory.

"Well, I know where some things are, and I can easily find where to go once I know where I am. I just... have not been to this part of camp before." Looking up at the Big House, she held a hesitant smile and soon a shrug. It was the honest truth and hopefully she wouldn't be judged for it. At least not by this person who had, so far, seemed kind to her. When the girl said she would take her to the cabins, Eleanor couldn't help a smile. "Thank you," the blonde said calmly as the girl linked armed with her, something Eleanor didn't feel the need to comment on. She was making friends. That was what they do, right? Upon her being asked a question, Eleanor smiled, "I am apparently a daughter of Athena. And my name is Eleanor." She had added the last bit as a quick introduction, though it felt odd not giving the full introduction she was used to. Eleanor Holland, daughter of the Duke of Exeter, lady-in-waiting and close friend to her majesty. It was how it was usually done. The first time she had given the introduction in camp, however, she had realized her mother preceded her father in importance and thus the rest of it wasn't at all necessary. When the girl told Eleanor of her own name, and the fact that she was a selkie, the blonde gasped. "You are a selkie?" She had remembered the various mythological stories, including that of the Gaelic, Celtic and Norse tales. Thus she was certainly familiar with what a selkie is. "That is so fascinating, what are you able to do?" She was suddenly curious. Different demigods possessed different abilities, though with this, she didn't at all doubt that the girl was what she had said. There was so much change here, so much magic, what reason was there for a girl not to be a selkie? And what could a selkie do? Eleanor was still trying to accept what god did what and so was still ever so unsure about it all. It was all so elating, all the magic, it was like a release. It seemed all too good, all too surreal to be true. 

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OOC: There you go, I hope it's okay. ;3
Tagged: Sarina O'Leary 

The girl had spoken back in disbelief, arguing that Eleanor must indeed have jested about not knowing what this "UK" was. It seemed to be something large, something vital. Yet, Eleanor hadn't known anything about it, all except that it apparently involved England somehow. So something major must have happened during the blonde's absence. The other girl continued to speak, clarifying what the "UK" meant. 'The United Kingdom, England, Scotland, Wales and the bit you kept of Ireland'. At which point, her jaw had dropped a little. England and Scotland, united?! In addition to the principality of Wales officially being part of the kingdom? Of course, it technically was before but not as officially as now. Then Ireland too, where all the Irish kings reigned. This all seemed so difficult to believe. So strange. How had such a thing happened? England and Scotland hated each other as much as France and England did. In fact, everyone hated England, but it was a fine Kingdom indeed. Nevertheless, in disbelief herself, Eleanor muttered her thoughts, "the kingdoms united?" She had asked at first, sounding ever so shocked about it. "I am English, born and raised... Though it is difficult to believe that all the countries have united into one. Especially with Scotland, there has always been a long-lasting hatred, as there as been with France." At that moment, the daughter of Athena paused and nodded, "I have heard people with your accent before, they often traveled into England and tended to stick around for a while. So that is why I recognize your accent. But how... how did this happen? And what is this "Commonwealth" of which you speak?" By this point, her eyebrows had raised and she felt nothing but confusion and curiosity. It seemed almost too difficult to believe, but this girl's tone had been slightly too serious for this to be a simple jest. So much has changed since Eleanor had last been in England... perhaps it would even be unrecognizable. Though she feared such a thought.

The other girl repeated the name Eleanor had given, which had caused a smile to once again appear on the blonde's face. This smile warmed upon the girl's flattery, insisting that the name the daughter of Athena possessed was a beautiful one. "Thank you very much," she responded, sounding truly grateful in her words. Though soon this smile faltered and her eyes widened just a little. "It depends what you ask, I am afraid. It appears I seem to be the one asking all the questions at the moment... everything is new to me, and I do not understand a thing. There are some things I know to a great detail, however. So as I said, it depends on the question." And with that, her smile returned. It was true. Since arriving her, all she had been doing was asking questions everywhere about what some things were, how they worked, and so on. It seemed like never ending curiosity, but it was all stuff everyone in this modern life was used to. Which meant people tended to give her sarcastic answers if she asked a question about what was apparently an everyday object. It seemed hopeless.

"You are not a selkie?" Eleanor asked at first, tilting her head. "Well... honestly, I thought since Greek mythology exists here, Gaelic mythology might too. If it is what you identify yourself by, you need not correct yourself." With that came a quick bow of the head and something of a jesting smile. She listened to everything else Sarina was saying and nodded as she did. So the girl grew up thinking she was of direct selkie descent, but then she grinned, "what is it like? Growing up in the ocean? I, myself, have only ever been to see the ocean once or twice before coming here, though I must admit, it is truly beautiful. Does your friend stay nearby?" And once again, the questions began. Hopefully Sarina didn't mind, she seemed friendly enough and so there shouldn't be a problem with it. Frankly, Eleanor hadn't shown a problem with the words Sarina had divulged, and so she only picked up on a few of the things to comment on. The daughter of Athena had adopted a kind and friendly tone, which was increasingly known to her, in her words. This seemed to be going well, right?
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OOC: There you go. Again, I hope it's okay. xD
Tagged: Sarina O'Leary

When Sarina began to explain the political change of the "United Kingdom", Eleanor's brows furrowed, but she nodded in slight understanding of it all. Scotland, Wales and England were all officially united in the 1700s, henceforth making it an entire country to be known as "The United Kingdom of Great Britain". Indeed, the fact that it was still a kingdom hinted at the idea that the country still had a monarchy, which itself was a pleasing thought. At least so much hadn't changed that Kings and Queens no longer existed. Sarina then added that Ireland was added to the Kingdom, meaning that each of the countries had effectively becoming one. Soon, Eleanor found herself wondering about the King of Scotland, the principality of Wales and of course, the Kings of Ireland and what had happened to all of those. If they had all become one, and England had been at the head of it all then surely that must mean that the King of England was now King of all four countries. It was impressive and frankly, Eleanor felt a little pride for her country in having succeeded so much. Perhaps great countries like France and Spain would be added to the spoils, and then their monarchies would all combine into one. Clearly, however, Eleanor's views were severely outdated with all this. This was the first time she had been updated on past events, and even then it wasn't the whole course of history between 1453 and now. So whatever happened was still unknown to her, especially any revolutions of a sort. 

Nevertheless, Eleanor nodded once more and tried a smile. "I think I understand." She had said at first, before Sarina began to clarify even more. The girl explained what the commonwealth was. Apparently, the English had even had the greatest empire once and again, Eleanor felt that national pride. The English were capable of much, just... not with the king that she had seen on the throne. In fact, when Eleanor was back home, the queen was the one in true power. Anyway, that was beside the point. Here Sarina was explaining what was what and yes, Eleanor was listening and soon she gave one more nod. "I suppose that makes sense," the girl said, ignoring the fact that she didn't know half of these countries. What was Canada? Where was Australia and India? They didn't even sound real. But Eleanor knew they were countries now, though she knew nothing of them. And part of her wondered if they were beautiful with their landscapes. "Thank you for explaining it to me," with that came a quick bow of the head in gratitude. It was still difficult to believe how kind some of the people here were. After all, there was Master Bastien, who was ever so kind. Then Alexander, a few others, and now Sarina. It was weird enough with the men being as they were, but even the women were pleasant to be around. It was once of the nicer changes.

'What kind of things do you know much about?' Sarina had asked Eleanor in response to the blonde's statement of not knowing much despite being the daughter of the goddess of wisdom. "Latin and French..." she started, they were the two languages besides English that she knew fluently. Though back at home knowing these languages constituted an education. Latin was the language of religion. If one wanted to read the Bible, they would need to understand the language of Latin. As for French, Eleanor had worked with the queen who was of French birth. Fortunately for her, it hadn't taken long for her to grasp these languages, which was probably due to her divine mother. "I am good with history, things like sewing and embroidery, and there are a few other things that do not immediately come to mind. I know they seem useless... now... but it is what I know." Like anyone in this day and age would be interested in the sorts of things Eleanor knew. They were so old fashioned. I also know how to survive at court, was a thought that arose in the back of her mind. It was helpful and strong back then, but really never so much now. All that mattered now was knowing how to fight and knowing how to end up with a man in your bed by the end of the night. By all means, Eleanor was unsure as to why she was taken here, since none of it seemed to suit her style of living. But it was something she would have to get used to. 

"What... are children of Poseidon capable of doing?" Eleanor asked shyly. Of course she hadn't yet grasped all the gods. In fact, the only ones she knew was Athena, Hephaestus and Aphrodite. At least if this girl had been related to a selkie, the blonde would have been able to better understand what came with it. Though she continued to listen anyway, with a pleasant smile upon her face. "Princess under the sea?" Eleanor was familiar with Gaelic tales, just not to an exact detail. "Do your sisters believe themselves to be selkies?" Genuine question, and Eleanor had asked it nicely. 

When Eleanor had asked about what life in the ocean was like, Sarina seemed to brighten up at the idea. 'Wild and free', oh, indeed that was true. Eleanor knew that. She had been over the channel once or twice, and though she hadn't seen it for herself, the girl knew that it was more than willing to turn from calm to fierce in the blink of an eye. It could both save and claim lives. Sarina herself seemed to put this into words too, explaining that one could easily explore the depths of the sea and enjoy their doing it. Suddenly, the blonde grinned. "I would most love to meet him, he sounds like a delight." The way Sarina had introduced the whale, Eleanor felt anxious about it, but she had never before seen one in her life. If now was a time to try new things, why not meet a friendly creature such as this? Seemed almost the chance of a lifetime.
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OOC: Hope it's okay. ;3 
Tagged: Sarina O'Leary