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June 9, 2004 |
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Avalon...
Tallish, with a shapely length of long legs. And blonde in a heavily stamped Saxon way;a long, thick plait of hair trailing down to her hips. Bangs frame a set of wide, brilliant green eyes. A quiet intelligence rests on her delicate, sharp features - though often cast in an impish slant. A soft accent touches her voice, british for those that would recognize it.
She wears a deep red dress, delicate fabric double layered, the sheer overdress softly pleating about her legs. Thin straps hold the dress and leave her arms and shoulders bare.
Glittering, deep red stones circle her neck, within a golden starburst that sets each gem aglow. (+detail is available)
A steward shows you in, having sent word ahead. Bridget is sitting near the fireplace, sitting in a chair, some book laying on the couch near her. She lifts a bright smile, "It's good to see you, come in, please. Have a seat."
Bridget looked at your bodacious bod. Woo Woo!!
Yosannah nods, graciously, to the Empress though her attention is distracted for a moment as the steward passes before her. Finally, she approaches the lady, gesturing at an empty seat and waiting Bridget's permission before claiming it for her own.
Bridget urges, "Please, join me." The Stewart slips away, closing the door behind him.
Yosannah lowers herself and rests her arms in her lap, one hand clining to the wrist of her other hand. Her posture is formal, "Thank you for seeing me, Empress."
Bridget smiles easily, settling back in her seat. "Of course. I'm only too glad to. The times I've seen you recently have been all too brief."
Yosannah lowers her gaze and fights to supress a smile. "I have to confess, the notion of returning to Avalon after..." she searches for the right words and settles on, "... after our experiences here. Well, it has been difficult."
Bridget tilts her head slightly, curious and perhaps concerned. "I'm sorry to hear that. Most walked away with a positive progression of sorts. Is there anything I can do to help, explain, or," she shrugs, leaving the question open ended.
Yosannah shakes her head to indicate 'no' though there is a gentle smile lingering on her lips, "Not at all, Empress. It is merely a question of timing. I would very much like to remain in Avalon and explore what it is that your world has shared with me. What it has seemingly done /to/ me. But..." She bites at her lower lip for a moment and then exhales, "I have comittments and issues to address elsewhere and I know that my experiences here will only cause me to procrastinate addressing these things." Another sigh, "Maybe I'm just making excuses."
Bridget reassures, "Avalon will be here when you're ready to return."
Yosannah makes a tisking sound as she drags her teeth over her lip, "Mmm, thank you. Perhaps you could tell me, though, for this is part of the reason I wanted to meet with you... how are the others dealing with the things that were shown to them during the incident?"
Bridget considers her words, "Most have, well, found love for Avalon in themselves. An attachment to things here. A few were transformed by it." She pauses to add, "Only one person seems to be struggling with things, but I haven't been able to contact her. Lektra. I suspect Death is a heavy burden."
Yosannah's gaze narrows and her brow is raised, "What do you mean?"
Bridget explains, "In some respects, all things are symbols. Rachiel, in passing, decided that a single wardship of Avalon was too great a burden. So, each of those she chose, exemplifies a part of herself, some Archetypal tie with Avalon."
Yosannah nods in understanding now, "And Elektra has..." More nodding, "I see." She gazes into the fireplace and let's a crooked smile peek from her lips, "I should have her talk to a friend of mine. They might share some stories." The comment seems directed at no one in particular - more like a rambling thought. And then, to the lady, "What of the visions some of us seemed to have. What of those?"
Bridget says "Still?"
Yosannah shakes her head, "No. Not still. I guess I'm wondering if the others have made any sense of the visions they had during the incident."
Bridget nods in contrast. "Ah. Well. I'm not sure myself. Though, to be sure, not everything were visions. IN fact a great deal of what I experienced was real."
Yosannah tugs absent-mindedly at her ear lobe and turns her gaze back to the fireplace. "I see."
Bridget guesses, offering, "I had some things I had to sort out after, to be sure of. I found the truth of them afterwards."
Yosannah wonders, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to share your personal experience, and what you learned afterwards."
Bridget considers, then nods. "I spent a great deal of time it seems...away. Here. Seven years in fact, as outrageous as that might sound." Her eyes grow distant with recall, something merry and pleased in them. "I fell in love. Was pledged to someone. Bore him children. We tended Avalon. Learned the ways of the land, the magicks, the power here. Explored the Arcane, and ourselves. Sought an answer to our castaway status." She pauses, then adds, "And one day I found myself alone, with my children. And eventually realised that we had returned to the here and now."
Yosannah furrows her brow with curiousity, "Children? And these children returned with you to this time? This place?"
Bridget's expression is just a tiny bit wry. "If not for the children I might have written it off as a vision. But," her smile returns, gentle at the thought, "they are real as you or I. And upstairs as we speak."
"Facinating." And then, "And the father. Who...?"
Bridget pauses again, fingers lightly touching the gems about her neck. "Des...Lord Sawall."
Yosannah nods as if she half expected this answer. She goes about tugging at her ear.
Bridget says "At first, I said nothing. Because I wanted to know the truth of the matter. Then, it seemed, it was our business and no one else's."
Yosannah nods, "You are correct, of course. It isn't anyone elses business. But," she purses her lips before adding, "It wasn't really Despil, was it? I mean, isn't the reality we experienced here, not his reality at all?"
Bridget says "Well, now we get into a debate on the nature of reality. Mirth put it nicely I think when he said that all that matters is 'consentual' reality. Despil remembers, I remember - what more do either of us need? Surely we both could have been fed the same visions, but, then, who's to say that we ever returned from that particular statue of Avalon then? All of this could just be, as equally, another vision."
Yosannah raises a brow, "So, Despil was actually here during the experience? In Avalon?"
Bridget says "He was. He came to my birthday party and was kept here, as were we all."
Yosannah considers, "I did not know that. Well then, that changes things, doesn't it."
Bridget says "Hence my argument that not everything we went through here were visions, or dreams."
Yosannah nods, seemingly agreeable on this point.
Bridget says "Despil and my children are proof of that."
Yosannah wonders, "You have reconnected then, you and he. In this time?"
Bridget's eyes flicker a bit with some emotion. "Not long after, yes. I went to him, to make sense of things. As I said earlier, we've kept it to ourselves, deeming it our own business. But, it seems...unnecessary of late."
Yosannah offers the lady a reassuring and thoughtful smile, "Well. I wonder how things might have played out if you had this experience on your own. That is, if your experience was the same, yet Despil, as we know him, was never, or had no recollection of being in, Avalon."
Bridget thinks for a time, "Well, to be truthful, Despil's memories are not as clear as mine. It's more bits and pieces for him. We speculate that his, mmm, injuries during the Stryl war might have something to do with that. But I had a thought. I suspect Rachiel's hand in bringing him in the first place, as she had a hand in all who was here, if you ask me. Maybe her intent was that Despil never know any of this. So that these children would never be taken from me, or from Avalon.
"But he was here. My question is, what if he really was not. Would that change things?"
Bridget doesn't hesitate, "My memories of that time are precious. I loved him and he me, like I could never imagine possible. If it were only true to me, it would mean no less. That time together, doesn't need validating."
Bridget says "It changed me."
Yosannah forces a smile, "That is what I was affraid you'd say." There is another moment's thought, "Would you have shared your memories with him if he had them not for himself?"
Bridget is frank again, "I debated not telling him. For fears of the complications of politics. But my curiosity got the best of me. I thought with my heart." Then, "I've shared a great deal with you. What is is that you are asking really? Are you curious about me, or the relevance to something you experienced?"
Yosannah smiles, sincerely, "Both, lady, of course."
Bridget smiles back with a friendly amusement. "Alright then. So, what happened to you then while you were here?"
Yosannah shrugs as if this matter is not as important as their discussion to this point, "I woke one morning with memories of a life I never lived. With a person who did not, in fact, share the experience with me. It was as if I was reborn to a new life entirely. A new and different time." She shrugs her shoulders, "Which is a far different thing then the reality of the experiences you had I'd surmise."
Bridget nods thoughtfully. "I think most everyone experienced things they needed to. Maybe there's something in what you went through, that you need now. Maybe even the feelings you experienced."