OOC → N/AxxxxxxWith → NobodyxxxxxxFeeling → Irritated, somewhat nervous.xxxxxxThinking → Can we just hurry up?
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Eliza isn't sure if she's stalling, or if she just really hates packing. Maybe both.
Definitely both, she decides, as she glares at her suitcase. It's no use, suitcases being inanimate and all, but she ignores that fact and continues glaring. She wonders how long she can glare until people get impatient and she has to go briefly, but brushes that thought away. It was better to get it over with, right? Besides, while she wasn't psyched about marrying a complete stranger, it would end the war, and she would rather get it over with and meet the guy before wondering what he's like starts eating away at her. So she'd better get packing.
Eliza glares at her luggage for another minute before reluctantly forcing herself to choose enough clothes to last her, then finishes packing up the rest of her essentials. By the time she's finished, her suitcase is full to the bursting, and it's a real struggle to get it closed.
Before heading to the main hall, Eliza glances at herself in the mirror. Not a hair out of place, though her clothes may not be the most convenient for traveling, being a poofy blue dress and matching heels, but they're her favorites. It's almost like a sort of good luck charm, if she didn't think that was dumb.
Fighting off any nervousness that threatens to show itself, Eliza walks to the main hall, leaving her bursting suitcase behind. The servants can take care of that. She takes a seat where she's to meet her siblings before departing, crossing her legs and waiting with her usual expression of annoyance. She's irritated to not see any of them in sight, wanting to go ahead and get this out of the way.
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