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[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine wasn't exactly looking forward to Valentine's Day. She had never been particularly fond of the holiday back home, not seeing much point. If she liked someone, wouldn't they be able to tell without her getting them a card? The castle's tricks hadn't done much to help her opinion, but she figured if she could survive last month, she could take anything.

Then she woke up to the gaudiest room on the face of the earth.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[She instantly recognized the Wellakhit architecture it was based off of. There were only so many places which looked like Tiffany's was let loose in a Gothic cathedral. The doors to the balcony (did she have a balcony before?) were cut out of yellow glass to look like pure crystal. On the floor, plush red and gold carpets were overlapped. The bed, wardrobe, and sofa all had canopies over them. A number of lanterns hung down from the ceiling, which was entirely coated in jewels. The effect it make on the lighting would be impressive, if it hadn't been mixed with the rest of the room's froufrou. She hoped to god those gems weren't real, or people might start sneaking into her room to try and steal them. No, they weren't allowed in; no one was allowed to see this-- this embarrassment! But when she hurries over to her door, she finds that not only is her protective wizardry no longer in place, but her door won't lock either.

She lets out a most frustrated sound before addressing the castle proper.]

OK. This is no longer funny. In fact, this wasn't funny ever, and I am not interested! You can stop now.

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[inafadingcrown]

Dairine? [The Valentine's Day changes were hardly unexpected, even if the form of them was, and Galadriel was not particularly surprised to see them. It was easy to guess that that is what Dairine was protesting, but she could hardly imagine what was so objectionable.]

You are well, I trust.

dictated

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine starts at the voice. Oh crud, her journal was open!]

Galadriel! Uhhh, yeah, I'm fine. Absolutely fine. [Nothing to worry about here, lalalala...]

[inafadingcrown]

[Dair, if you are going to attempt to fool a thousands years old psychic elf, you are going to have to do a little better than that.]

Your tone suggests otherwise.

[wizard_redfive]

What's wrong with my tone?! [Said at a slightly higher octave than usual.]

[inafadingcrown]

[A chuckle] Must I truly answer? I should think it self-evident. [Are you listening to yourself, dear?]

[wizard_redfive]

What is?! [No, no she's not. Panicking, yes; listening, not so much.]

[inafadingcrown]

You sound distressed. [She says simply.] I believe I know you well enough to tell.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine opens her mouth to protest, but shuts it just as fast. There is no guarantee that saying otherwise would be true, and lying is not the best habit for a wizard to get into.

It's a good thing Galadriel can't see her, because Dairine's face has turned beet red.]

[inafadingcrown]

Pinig, if you do not give me some assurance shortly, I will come to see you in person.

[wizard_redfive]

No! [Dairine practically shrieks before she catches herself.] No, no, no, it's fine. You don't need to come up here. Just... stay there. I'm good.

[If Galadriel sees this, she will never hear the end of it.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Ah. Likely something about these ridiculous room changes, then. As curious as she is, she won't push further.]

Good. I will simply remind you, then, that my chambers are always open to you, should you wish to escape your own.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine appreciates that. She really really does. The young wizard takes a few calming breaths before starting up again.]

Thank you. I think I will take you up on that offer. ...Unless your room has turned into something ridiculous too? [Is visiting going to embarrass Galadriel?]

[inafadingcrown]

They have changed, but I would not call them ridiculous. [Perhaps the castle had intended to embarrass her with the change; it was clearly echoing the style of rooms she had been accustomed to seeing in Tirion- in her father's house. But all it said of her was that she sometimes longed for her homeland. Galadriel saw no reason to be embarrassed about that.]

[wizard_redfive]

OK. I'll stop by then.

and yet the room still isn't as sparkly as Rosh's would be....

[inafadingcrown]

[When Dairine comes by, the door will be open ever so slightly- a sign that she is expected and welcomed.

The room inside is vastly different than usual, however. Normally, elegant simplicity is the general aesthetic of Galadriel's quarters; decorations are sparse, but where they exist, they are graceful.

This is different. It's not gaudy, by any means, but it's far more rich than Galadriel's own sense of style would have it- far more ornamented (though tastefully so), with deeper colors. Deep blues seem to have taken the place of Galadriel's greens and, though the gold remains, it's just as often intertwined with silver. Here and there a gem stone sparkles when the sun hits it.]