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My lady mun,

I trust my own daughter to roam about the wilds of the internet without needing to fear me around every corner. She writes her own story and her own rules and--

-You know there's boys on these things-

There's what? -she shakes her head and holds herself tall- Merida is more than capable of looking after herself. And she knows to come to her father and I should the need for help arises.

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If it is not out of turn for me to say, you appear unsure my lady.

It's nae that I'm unsure. My daughter can handle anything.

-she is more than sure of that-

You are still worried however, correct?

Any mother worries of their child. And who are you, young lady?

I have a hard time believing that at times my lady.

[She gives a small curtsy to Elinor.]

My name is Weiss Schnee, my lady.

Does your mother not worry of you, Lady Schnee?

There's LOTS of boys here, like the Institute! You seem like a cool mom though, letting your daughter roam about everywhere!

The extent of her worry goes to how others view myself and our family.

Institute? What institute?

-this puzzles her-

And Merida is far more capable than some of the warriors that are out there.

I'm sure she cares about you deep within.

-no mother could be so callous, could they?-

Damn straight. And you're not roaming everywhere until you're legal, goldilocks.

It's like a schoooool, but students live there! Do they not have those where you live? And I bet Merida couldn't...

[She pauses and then it hits her like a magnet to Magneto]

OH. MY. GOD YOU MEAN MERIDA MERIDA?!?!?!

But but BUT TASHA!! That's not even fair, I go to school with them!

And talking to strangers. That's it, no private jet for a week, young lady!

NO, NO TASHA, IT'S NOT A STRANGER, IT'S MERIDA'S MOM!!! IT'S ELINOR!!

Uh huh. Likely story. March it, blondie. Don't make me get Steve give you the lecture.

If I may be so bold, milady, your mun may be exaggerating whatever danger there is. Or implying an exaggerated sense of danger, at least. Muns often have... strange senses of humor. I suspect it comes with the territory.

[Oh, thank you, Matthew.]

Just the truth as I see it, milord mun.

-well the freaking out is definitely getting to Elinor's mama bear instincts, she's careful as she words her answer-

Aye, Merida is my daughter.

Thank y'mum! Of course I can look after myself.

[SEE? DON'T LET THE MUNS FOOL YOU INTO THINKING SHE GOT INTO ANY TROUBLE.]

I've more the feeling that my mun is simply poking at a sleeping bear, so to speak. But I do thank you for your explanation.

THAT. IS. SO. COOL!!!!!!!!

[Okay, cue the high-speed chattering about Brave and movie and how bears were SO COOL TOO and grab some haggis, she might be yammering for a bit!]

No, no it's true! It's true, LOOK! [Her first attempt to show her chat with Elinor.] She's worried about Merida but not showing it and IT'S HER, TASHA TASHA IT'S HER!!

Right. Of course. And these people know of your skills and your father's skills, of course?

-Her own skills are something she didn't want to speak of often-

-And while Elinor looks like she's patiently listening and nodding along....-

I would like to think that.

[She moves her hair aside to show off the scar on her face.]

The first thing she talked about when she saw this wound was how it would be looked upon negatively by others of our social class, and how it would affect my singing career.

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