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fandomhigh2011-08-26 04:38 pm
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BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning
Petra was so relieved to find the Portalocity lounge and a banner proclaiming 'Fandom High.' She was pretty sure that meant she was in the right place, even if she did seem to be the first one here, and it meant she could sit down and stop dragging her luggage (two large, new-looking suitcases and an extremely battered green leather overnight case with an Audrey Hepburn decal on top) all over the airport.
She picked out a chair with a good view of the door so she could see new arrivals and sat down with Holly Go-Overnightly in her lap, then pulled her phone out. All her friends were still asleep, no doubt, so texting was out, but surfing the web seemed like a good way to kill some time while she waited for other people to show up. She hoped she wasn't the only new student. That would be awkward.
She picked out a chair with a good view of the door so she could see new arrivals and sat down with Holly Go-Overnightly in her lap, then pulled her phone out. All her friends were still asleep, no doubt, so texting was out, but surfing the web seemed like a good way to kill some time while she waited for other people to show up. She hoped she wasn't the only new student. That would be awkward.

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"Heavens, no!" said Rosella. "Alexander a member of a church! I can't even fathom it, though he does have a good enough soul for it. No, I do not recall a Cesare among his small list of friends, and if your brother has not attended the school, then there is little chance Alexander would know of him, but I would not."
This news pleased her. If she hadn't heard of this Cesare before and he'd never been on the island, then this girl has probably never even crossed her mother's path. Which meant that an introduction was overdue.
"Oh," she gave a short sigh as if to officially shuck off her formality, "but who cares about our brothers? They are not here, but we are, so we should concern ourselves with that. My name is Rosella, of Daventry. What's yours?"
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Lucrezia was unsure if Sancha herself knew. Sancha did not seem concerned with trivialities like that.
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"Unfamiliar with Rome?" she asked. "But it is the center of the Empire, and the seat of our Holy Mother Church."
If Rosella hadn't heard of Rome, then ... must she not know of those, either? The papacy itself? How could one have never heard of either?
She cleared her throat and hoped to recover herself.
"Daventry must be further even than I had imagined," she said, shaking her head quickly. "Forgive my lack of composure. They're still discovering new continents on this world. We shall be neighbors from afar, that is all."
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Not yet, anyway.
"Not at all," she assured Lucrezia. "I imagine it's quite far, indeed! It practically seems as though it's in a whole 'nother world from this one!"
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She seemed fair to be Moorish. There were isolated pockets of older pagan faiths, were there not?
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The worship question, Rosella realized she didn't quite know how to answer, and so she just politely passed over it. "And what of Rome? Do you suppose you shall miss it?"