The Written Word

[quiet_librarian]

A tall, and dignified woman dressed in Victorian gowns sits quietly at one of the Plaza tables, with a few sheets of parchment scattered out on the table before her.

She paused for a moment, uncertain about the words she wants to write.

Glancing around her surroundings, she takes a moment to compose her thoughts. "It can be difficult to be separated by someone close to you. How do you keep a connection, when more than just distance separates you?"

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[rogueinladysclothing]

The rogue offers a small smile and a polite nod, then raises a hand for Dru to shake if she'd like. "Amelia Ronsam. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Drusilla." A beat, and then she asks, "How would you prefer I address you? I'd rather use your preference than make an assumption on my part."

Those courtly manners she learned and didn't use on her world are surprisingly handy in the least expected places. If Amelia's smile turns a little smug, it's only because she's excited to know she's still got all of that after almost two years away from home.

[quiet_librarian]

Dru stands to accept the offered hand. "I honestly have no preference. I answer to both."

[rogueinladysclothing]

Amelia nods as she gets to her feet as well. "Dusilla it is, then," she says as she gives the other woman's hand a firm shake, her smile warming a little. "For now, at least. I'll use the shorthand only when I feel I've earned it."

[quiet_librarian]

"I am glad that we met." Drusilla gives her a slight smile.

[rogueinladysclothing]

"As am I." Amelia's smile warms even more at Dru's acceptance of her presence. "I wish you and your beloved luck in finding more time together soon."