paradisa | Nelchaen-a-Nel; dictated/action

[Dictated]

[Waking up in a strange place was enough of a cause for panic, especially since Artanis has no memory of how she got there in the first place. But she has had to keep her head in difficult situations before; this was not so bad. A quick search of the room revealed a sword and swordbelt, made much to her liking, which she placed around her waist, and a journal.

The journal keeps her occupied for far longer than she had expected it to. There was a lot of information in it. A lot of answers- answers that made no sense, but answers nonetheless. After a thorough study of the text, she dictates into the book, trying not to feel foolish as she does so.]

I gather that my plight here is not unique and that the prisoners of this place are wont to use these books for communication. I will pose a question, then. Is it common to receive a journal with a name that is not one’s own? “Galadriel” is lovely name, to be certain, and I am sure the Lady who bears it is most pleased to be so named. But I am Artanis, daughter of Arafinwë and I will not be mistaken for another. [Except she probably will. That is totally Galadriel’s voice.]

Furthermore, I would speak with any who have ventured out into the wilds of this world.

You have my thanks.

[Action]

[And with that, she shuts the journal and goes out into the hallway, investigating the castle with the sword still at her hip.]

[OOC: Loss start.]

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And what needs do you address? [What needs could a small mortal child address?]

[Rude. Don't look down on her just because she is mortal.] I protect Life, help it grow when it is needed, and stop those who would spread rampant death and destruction.

[And young. There's that too.] Quite a task for such a young child.

[Dairine bristles a little and straightens.]

Not really. The youngest wizards are the most powerful. But after four years of service to the One, I think I can do without being called a child!

Four long years, is it? [There's something gently mocking in the tone. Not cruelly, but like an adult humoring a child.] And how many years have you seen in total, little one?

[The mocking tone just sets her off even worse. Her eyes blaze with pride and stubborn fire.]

Fifteen. And in those years, I've done more good than most adults will achieve in their lifetimes! How many have you seen?

Well over a thousand years, as your kind would reckon them, have passed since my birth. It is not meant as an insult, little one, but a child you are, whatever you may have seen and done.

[Dairine crosses her arms. What normally would have been placating for her to hear now rubs her the wrong way, coming from Artanis.]

Well, that's still no reason to speak as if I'm not useful.

You are a proud little thing, aren't you?

Said the pot to the kettle. Your pride is showing too.

I am not speaking back to my elders.

I don't care how old you are. If you want my respect, you're going to have to earn it.

[A resigned sigh.] If you will excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to than humoring an ill-mannered child, no matter how important she thinks herself.

[That actually stung, and for a brief moment the shock and pain is clearly visible on Dairine's face. But then her defensive habits kick in, and she scowls deeply.]

Fine. You can give them my regards. Good luck getting anywhere with that attitude, Miss. High-and-Mighty.

[And with that, she storms off into the library to ~~cry alone~~ get those books she wanted. Stupid elvish royalty...]

[It's that look of pain that finally breaks through to Artanis. She was frustrated with this place, with everyone seeming to know her, and with this child, but she hadn't meant to hurt the girl. But if she spoken truly, then she had known her for years- and Artanis had effectively dismissed her.

She had been speaking to a stranger and the girl had been speaking to a friend. Damn it, why is dealing with children so complicated?

She follows Dairine to the library, approaching hesitantly.]

Dairine? [Her voice is softer now, something closer to the Galadriel that Dair knows.]

[Unfortunately after that fiasco, Dairine defenses are up, evident in the way that her shoulders are tense, her legs move quickly, and her eyes seem hard though they avoid contact with anyone. It also means any semblance of manners that she had before are shot to heck.]

What? [Her response is short and curt, cutting the air between them. It will take more than a familiar tone to fix this.]

[And Artanis doesn't deal well with tones like that. Especially from people who she thinks should be watching their manners around her. But, she reminds herself, this is a hurt child.]

I believe I may have been unnecessarily harsh with you.

[Dairine glances over at her, distrust evident in her eyes.]

That's one way to say it. And? [Does this mean she's going to get an apology?]

[Oh, Dairine. It's hard for her to apologize at all and you are demanding that she spell it out?]

I regret it. It was not my intention to hurt you.

[Damn straight she is. You hurt her, and she's not going to make it easy for you.

She pauses, considering, then gives a nod.]

Very well. Apology accepted. [She doubts she's going to get much better than that.]

[That gets Dair a soft smile.]

I am glad. You seem to think a great deal of this 'Galadriel'- this woman I will come to be- and I would not spoil that.

[That manages to get the slightest smile out of Dairine. Perhaps it's because she sounds like Galadriel or because she seems sincere. Awkwardly, she clears her throat.]

Uh, yes. I do. [What to say, now that they're trying over again.] Have you been to the library before?

[She simply shakes her head at that] I have not yet had the time.

Well, no time like the present. Come on — I'll show you around.

Very well. [She smiles, glad that she doesn't seem to have ruined the girl's opinion of her beyond repair.] Lead the way.

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