Name: Alayne
Date: 22/7
Format: video
[ there's a moment - a few, really - of fumbling, arranging; signs to a canny eye that Alayne is very much unfamiliar with such a device, or at least using it in this way. soon the mirror is set and angled to show her seated, neat and prim and just a little chagrined as she huffs, speaking softly at first: ]
I half feel I'm speaking to myself, how strange...
[ but there is so much strangeness going on, at least as far as she's concerned, and if she can take the rest in stride she can manage this, too. so she tells herself, anyway.
she fixes her gaze upon the mirror, raising her voice. ]I thought it may be prudent to introduce myself, if these devices are widely used.
[ her trepidation at the oddness of this does not show. courtesy is courtesy and this, at least, she knows well, and her smile is amiable. ] My name is Alayne Stone, and I am newly arrived, though - I have memories of being here before, briefly. If there are any who remember me or who, perhaps, have experienced the same, I would be happy to hear from them.
[ she hopes, desperately -- but there's no sense in thinking too long on that, and she curtails the beginnings of said hope shining on her face swiftly. ]I was hoping, also, to speak to some... better experienced witches, or those who - who perhaps know more of Bonding.
[ her mouth opens, about to ask more, but she seems to think better for it. ] I promise, though I have amassed quite the pile of questions I will try to keep my onslaught to a minimum.
[ briefly, her head dips, fleetingly shy before she nods to herself and looks to the mirror again. ]And I have little notion of how necessary such a service may be, but I thought I might offer my talents with a needle and thread to those in need.
[ Alayne smiles again. ] Perhaps not the most
exciting of abilities, but I am capable enough should you need things mended or embroidered.
[ though the idea of working for money is near as strange to her as anything else, really, but she could use both the coin and the distraction.
that said, that hesitant, unsure look passes across her face again, because she's really not certain as to the etiquette involved in ending a message like this. in the end, she settles for dipping her head in an approximation of a curtsey, and leaves it at that. ]
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