Arabella enters and spends a moment or two looking about-- perhaps out the window, or perhaps at a painting on the wall-- before she notices Mina there. "Oh, please excuse me!"
*Mina doesn't notice Arabella until she speaks, but then she looks up from her book with a perfectly gracious smile* Oh, no, don't worry, there's nothing to excuse!
"I hope I've not intruded."
Not in the least. I'd welcome the company.
She smiles. "Very well. May I sit?"
*smiles back* Certainly. *politely, she closes her book* I'm Mina Harker, by the way. Since I don't believe we've met before.
"Arabella Strange. It is a pleasure, Miss Harker."
I could quite easily say the same. *pause* It is a lovely day, isn't it?
"Oh, yes!" Arabella agrees at once. "I like it best when the days are so long."
*Mina nods* It's...comforting, I find. It feels safer, somehow. *slight, nervous laughter, just a little* Though that's a ridiculous way of looking at things, I know.
"Not at all," she says. "I quite agree."
Everyone thinks of children as the ones who are afraid of night and the dark, and when we grow up we're supposed to see it all as logically quite safe, but sometimes I wonder if the children didn't have the right of it...before all these street lights and such it wouldn't be safe for people to leave their homes much at night, and perhaps that was somehow the way things were supposed to be. *she realizes that she's been rambling, and stops, smiling, slightly embarrased at Arabella* Oh, I'm sorry, I seem to be subjecting you to a lecture.
She laughs, just a little, and at the apology only. "No, no. I quite agree, if I may confess it."
*cautious and still smiling* If it does not offend, may I ask how you came about your dislike of the nighttime?
May I ask the same of you?
*after a pause* If you like.
*after a pause, her eyes still lowered, she says, very matter-of-fact:* I was made prisoner of a fairy. I spent a year a forced attendee of his balls and revels,and the nighttime recalls it to me.
*Gentle and perfectly genuine* I'm very sorry that you had to go through something so terrible as that.
NO, no. You needn't be.
Oh, but I may be all the same, mayn't I? For you do deserve, oh, so much sympathy. *pause* But we need not speak of it if you do not wish to.
Typist: oops. Pretend that first 'no' isn't all caps... she isn't THAT vehement about it...
Truly, let us not. It's far too fine a day for such conversation.