Anne doesn't have such reservations at the food, or rather, she sees other people eating and enjoying what was on offer and felt safe enough to try itself. As she doesn't really know anyone just yet, (and to do so will be a slow process), Anne doesn't sit down on any of the blankets, but carefully nibbles at a sandwich as she watches the games with interest. She can only understand half of them, but it's clear those involved are having fun and she can feel everyone's excitement.
She had not been to such a celebration since the joust after her marriage, but this she's finding is better. No one's watching her, and she certainly hopes no one's judging her for every little thing.
In the heat of the day, she forwent her heavier gowns for one of a lighter fabric. The style is more English than german, and richly embroidered, however fashioned in completely one piece so she might put it on herself without the help of servants. So many here are dressed even lighter than herself, she was torn between fascination and wonder at how the did not feel so naked as that.
There was one woman though, dark complexioned woman is dressed in such a grand way as she had seen in court, her manner more open and blunt than even those in the English court (perhaps like herself and hers when out of her brother's eyes).
She was in the process of trying a glass herself. She was also close enough for her to overhear her words. "Your pardon, madam," Her words come out as english, however her accent German. "Do you have a preference for the wine offered?"
Mayday
She had not been to such a celebration since the joust after her marriage, but this she's finding is better. No one's watching her, and she certainly hopes no one's judging her for every little thing.
In the heat of the day, she forwent her heavier gowns for one of a lighter fabric. The style is more English than german, and richly embroidered, however fashioned in completely one piece so she might put it on herself without the help of servants. So many here are dressed even lighter than herself, she was torn between fascination and wonder at how the did not feel so naked as that.
There was one woman though, dark complexioned woman is dressed in such a grand way as she had seen in court, her manner more open and blunt than even those in the English court (perhaps like herself and hers when out of her brother's eyes).
She was in the process of trying a glass herself. She was also close enough for her to overhear her words. "Your pardon, madam," Her words come out as english, however her accent German. "Do you have a preference for the wine offered?"