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]

[This is a question that must be answered carefully. There is a great deal that she is not yet at liberty to discuss, though those parts of her life are both some of the most recent events and the ones which weigh most heavily on her mind. Even talk of Valinor is not safe, for it reminds her of what she has lost- what she willingly sacrificed.]

Had I told you of Doriath?

[wishmadeinfire]

I do not recall the name, so I will have to say no.

Is it the sort of tale that requires comfortable chairs and tea?

[inafadingcrown]

I do not know that it is a tale at all; Doriath is where I now live.

[wishmadeinfire]

Well, to me it is a tale. So I think it shall require tea and comfortable chairs. Would my chambers be acceptable?

[inafadingcrown]

[Artanis stops speaking for a moment to give him a long look.]

Some might wonder at your intentions, sir, in inviting a young lady to your chambers before you have even given your name.

[wishmadeinfire]

Some might, but most here probably will not. I have no interest in women in that way, so really I am the safest person for a young lady to be alone with.

_{[ He smiled, nodding his head a bit, not at all bothered by the look. ]}

And my name is Ashura-ou, though you may drop the -ou if you life and simply call me Ashura. The -ou is just a title, after all.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh. She blushes a little and shoots him an apologetic smile.] Ashura, then. I hope I did not cause offense.

[wishmadeinfire]

No, it is all right. I can understand the worry, but as I said, you have nothing to fear from me. Besides, I would never do such a thing to a friend anyways. It seems a bit rude, don't you think?

[wishmadeinfire]

Well, to me it is a tale, so it requires tea and comfortable chairs. I think my chambers should suffice.