Fantasy- F/F dialogue
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General)Transcript
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Nancy swallowed. Her throat was so dry these days and nothing seemed to chase the dust away if you don't know how to make glass. How did you make the prisms? She asked, the woman smiled out of my tears. Of course, always assume the simplest answer is the true one here because most of the time it will be. I'm Eleanor West. Welcome to my home. You must be Nancy. Yes. Nancy said slowly. How did you? Well, you're the only student we were expecting to receive today. There aren't as many of you as there once were. Either the doors are getting rarer or you're all getting better about not coming back. Now, be quiet a moment and let me look at you, Eleanor descended the last three steps and stopped in front of Nancy, studying her intently for a moment before she walked a slow circle around her. Hm. Tall, thin, very pale. You must have been some place with no, so but no vampires either. I think given the skin on your neck, Jack and Joe will be awfully pleased to meet you. They get tired of all the sunlight and sweetness people bring through here. Vampires said Nancy blankly. Those aren't real. None of this is real. My dear. Not this house, not this conversation, not those shoes you're wearing, which are several years out of style. If you're trying to re acclimatize yourself to the ways of your peers and are not proper mourning shoes. If you're trying to hold fast to your recent past and not either one of us real is a four letter word and I'll thank you to use it as little as possible. While you live under my roof. Eleanor stopped in front of Nancy again. It's the hair that betrays you. Were you in an underworld or a nether world? You can't have been in an afterlife. No one comes back from those Nancy gaped at her mouth moving silently as she tried to find her voice. The old woman said those things, those cruelly impossible things so casually, like she was asking after nothing more important than Nancy's vaccination records. Eleanor's expression transformed, turning soft and apologetic. Oh, I see. I've upset you. I'm afraid I have a tendency to do that. I went into a nonsense world. You see six times before I turned 16 and while I eventually had to stop crossing over, I never quite learned to rein my tongue back in. You must be tired from your journey and curious about what's to happen here. Is that so I can show you to your room as soon as I know where you fall on the compass. I'm afraid that really does matter for things like housing. You can't put a nonsense traveler in with someone who went walking through logic. Not unless you feel like explaining a remarkable amount of violence to the local police. They do check up on us here. Even if we can usually get them to look the other way. It's all part of our remaining accredited as a school. Although I suppose we're more of a Sanitarium of sorts. I do like that word, don't you? Sanitarium? It sounds so official while meaning absolutely nothing at all. I don't understand anything you're saying right now. Said Nancy. She was ashamed to hear her voice come out in a tinny squeak, even as she was proud of herself for finding it at all. Eleanor's face softened further. You don't have to pretend anymore, Nancy. I know what you've been going through where you've been, I went through something a long time ago when I came back from my own voyages. This isn't the place for lies or pretending everything is all right. We know everything is not all right. If it were, you wouldn't be here. Now, where did you go?