Nelchaen-a-Nel; dictated/action

[inafadingcrown]

[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.]

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

[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.

[wizard_redfive]

[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?]

[inafadingcrown]

[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.

[wizard_redfive]

[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.]

[inafadingcrown]

[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.

[wizard_redfive]

[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?

[inafadingcrown]

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

[wizard_redfive]

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

[inafadingcrown]

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