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cageunemptiedIt had only been a year, roughly, since she had come to Radiant Garden. Now, she thought no more of Columbia, and little enough of the man who'd freed her from her tower (and then had so repulsed her that she'd fled him). She was grateful to him, certainly, but she was even more grateful to be away from his type.
Here there was no killing, and no need for killing. Although she had understood little enough about this place - world - and how, exactly, she'd managed to pull herself into it, she certainly wasn't complaining. The ruler of Radiant Garden had turned out to be a kindly older gentleman, who'd taken her in and listened to her story - and upon learning of how she had nowhere else to go (but Paris; she still wanted to see Paris), he'd asked her to stay. And so she had.
It had been slow, finding a place for herself here. For all her years of reading in her tower, she had honestly known little in the matter of practical application (aside from lock-picking, that is). Here, she could apply it. Although it had been strange to her that Radiant Garden did not, in fact, float using quantum particles that were suspended in mid-air, she had slowly come to accept the existence of magic. She'd even managed to learn a little, herself - albeit in the form of a few minor healing spells, just in case.
Thankfully, not everything about the world was new to her. Even had been pleased to discover that Elizabeth knew her way around science well enough to assist him every so often, and Radiant Garden's library provided hours of entertainment. There were few enough women in the castle, but the men that were there were, for the most part, kind and well-mannered. Dilan was gruff, certainly, but he was polite and had a surprising knowledge and appreciation of the arts, and Ienzo, although near-silent, had taken to occasionally reading with Elizabeth. Braig, of course, caused most of the mischief, but it was nothing Elizabeth couldn't give back by now.
And there was Aeleus. He was a giant of a man, but he rarely spoke, and he preferred to let his actions do the talking. And he was quite gentle - Elizabeth had been afraid of him, at first, but she'd quickly learned that Aeleus was arguably the most trustworthy of the group, always willing to lend an ear (or open a jam jar or two when Elizabeth took it upon herself to bake a cake). She liked him, and she liked the way he smiled - close-mouthed and quiet, but sincere.
Tonight, it was his turn to cook, and Elizabeth had taken it upon herself to make dessert, a task she found easier than cooking. Sure, she could manage, but she much preferred to cook with someone there (half to keep her company and half to make sure she didn't burn the kitchen down; cooking was one thing she'd never needed to worry about while in her tower). She smiled at her companion, spreading a generous layer of strawberry jam on top of one layer of the cake she was baking so she could balance the next on top of it.
"Well? How does it look so far?"
Here there was no killing, and no need for killing. Although she had understood little enough about this place - world - and how, exactly, she'd managed to pull herself into it, she certainly wasn't complaining. The ruler of Radiant Garden had turned out to be a kindly older gentleman, who'd taken her in and listened to her story - and upon learning of how she had nowhere else to go (but Paris; she still wanted to see Paris), he'd asked her to stay. And so she had.
It had been slow, finding a place for herself here. For all her years of reading in her tower, she had honestly known little in the matter of practical application (aside from lock-picking, that is). Here, she could apply it. Although it had been strange to her that Radiant Garden did not, in fact, float using quantum particles that were suspended in mid-air, she had slowly come to accept the existence of magic. She'd even managed to learn a little, herself - albeit in the form of a few minor healing spells, just in case.
Thankfully, not everything about the world was new to her. Even had been pleased to discover that Elizabeth knew her way around science well enough to assist him every so often, and Radiant Garden's library provided hours of entertainment. There were few enough women in the castle, but the men that were there were, for the most part, kind and well-mannered. Dilan was gruff, certainly, but he was polite and had a surprising knowledge and appreciation of the arts, and Ienzo, although near-silent, had taken to occasionally reading with Elizabeth. Braig, of course, caused most of the mischief, but it was nothing Elizabeth couldn't give back by now.
And there was Aeleus. He was a giant of a man, but he rarely spoke, and he preferred to let his actions do the talking. And he was quite gentle - Elizabeth had been afraid of him, at first, but she'd quickly learned that Aeleus was arguably the most trustworthy of the group, always willing to lend an ear (or open a jam jar or two when Elizabeth took it upon herself to bake a cake). She liked him, and she liked the way he smiled - close-mouthed and quiet, but sincere.
Tonight, it was his turn to cook, and Elizabeth had taken it upon herself to make dessert, a task she found easier than cooking. Sure, she could manage, but she much preferred to cook with someone there (half to keep her company and half to make sure she didn't burn the kitchen down; cooking was one thing she'd never needed to worry about while in her tower). She smiled at her companion, spreading a generous layer of strawberry jam on top of one layer of the cake she was baking so she could balance the next on top of it.
"Well? How does it look so far?"
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Date: 2015-07-10 10:49 pm (UTC)Elizabeth beamed up at him, grateful for his approval. Although the pain of being locked away in her tower for most of her life would likely never fade, she had learned quite a lot about the outside world - and unlike the things she'd learned in Columbia, these were lessons she'd been more than happy to learn. "Thank you," she replied, taking a moment to remove her hands from the (rather large) oven mitts and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ears. "I'm not sure, yet. What do you think?" She was naturally going to frost it, but as for how, she wasn't yet certain.