Elemere

Hi, um, hello. Or "good day ye people". Or whatever you want to say. I really actually don't care. I just finished a stupid 'Old English' lesson, and it's driving me insane. I can't say 'pants' in this era without being considered a swearing whore, can you believe it?

The ladies-in-waiting obviously suspect something. They were appalled that I wanted to put on my clothes, and I was totally embarassed when I realized that I couldn't put the big, fluffy, frilly thing on without their help, not to mention this dumb, way-too-tight corset (I saw Pirates of the Carribean, and yes, corsets are pure torture. Hear, hear, Elizabeth Swan.) and had to call them back in. None of them speak a word of English. At least, not around me. I think it's French, but it's not like I would know. Yet. I've got another one of those lessons in an hour, and Elemere's promised to come and get me down from my room because, yeah, I don't know how to read a sundial. No kidding.

I took a picture of Ele today. She didn't realize what the camera was for a whole minute, until I told her what it did. She kind of scoffed, her hands on her hips and said, "Oh. One of those contraptions. Cursed things that Fred was always wanting." I'm pretty sure she wouldn't agree with the laptop, but who said she even had to know?



Isn't she pretty? I told her so, and she just laughed at me and said something about not being a little maid anymore, which I don't understand, but personally, I think she's gorgeous. She has this wildly curly red hair, much brighter than my auburn, with amazing blue eyes that you'd have to see to believe. She's the only one (well, okay, Mikel is, too, but he's ignoring me right now because he's jealous) that actually belongs in this time period, too, which kind of shocked me, since the boys look like they've lived here all their lives.

Kylan and Fred didn't want to talk about it. Go totally figure.

My wrist is going to be absolutely hideous whenever my whole "mission to humankind" is over. Deidre is constantly attacking me, and for some reason, only on my wrist. Dumb dog. She loves Kylan, though, which seeing as how they've both got an evil streak the size of the Mississippi, it makes since. He told me that I just don't know how to handle her, which I really don't think is true. Dogs have never liked me. I don't do anything to them, but I'm the one who has to get a rabies shot almost every year because a loose dog bit me on the leg. I've got scars, no lie.

I got to meet another member of the Protectors (is that what they call them, again? I can't remember... It's something cheesey.). Her name's Alis Millan, and she's actually from 2099 --- A whole two hundred years ahead of 1899. Sheesh. Anyways, she's really cool and exciting, and she has a twin brother, Sendrick, who's really quiet and glares at me all the time. If it's true that there's always a good and and evil twin, he'd be the latter. They're both amazingly pretty, though, with these sharp-angled faces and black pointy hair, with -get this- violet contacts. Or... Well, I think they're contacts...

Anyways, court introduction is tonight, too, so I better catch some more rest before Ele comes up here to wake me up. Deidre made a point of not letting me sleep strictly, uh, well.

Stupid creature.

Informally, and with Deep Confusion,
TAMF