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[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine was in Conan's room, having just recently broken into it. She had meant to chase her friend out of hiding except he wasn't there at the moment. Surprising, but Dairine was pleased. He had been avoiding people too much lately. It wasn't healthy.

Well, while she was here, she might as well wait to see if he'll show up. Taking out her journal she starts a message that she's been meaning to make.]

[Galadriel]

I need to talk to you about something.

[With that done, she begins flipping through the journal as she waits. Suddenly she hears a cracking noise. Looking over at the egg, she can see that it is beginning to hatch. Curious, she walks over, trying to get a closer look. What kind of egg would Conan have around?

That's when the egg break open, revealing a medium-sized, turtle-like creature. Well, turtle was as close as she could describe the creature, which was more like a dome with eyes and seven pairs of stubby legs. It looks almost as if it were made out of layers of pale translucent white glass with thin layers of color mixed within. The glass glowed from some hidden layer deep inside. Kicking it's legs, the creature wobbled a bit before climb out of the egg. It took a few steps over before bumping into her leg.]

With!

Oh my god... [Reaching down, she picks the creature up to get a closer look at it, earning a protesting "With!" and numerous kicking legs. There was no denying it. This... was a first generation mobile, the species she had invented. The voice sounds slightly different from the others she knew, but it still had that voice-synthesizer quality to it. She gently puts it down and watches as it starts investigating the room.]

What are you doing here?


[Later she and the mobile can be found out in the yard. It is very curious, trying to run ahead of her constantly. Thankfully she's fast enough to keep up. Anyone outside though might have a glassy turtle come up to them suddenly, moving like a fast wind-up toy. It stares up curiously.]

With?

((All but the filtered message is open to all.))

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Dairine

[inafadingcrown]

I am. I will be expecting you.

Galadriel -> Action

[wizard_redfive]

Right. I'll be there.

[It takes longer than a minute. In fact, it takes a good half hour at least for Dairine to leave Conan's room after the addition of... their kid... hatches. But eventually there is a knock at the door, and Dairine is standing outside. At her feet is the mobile, who followed her there.]

and Action!

[inafadingcrown]

[It's alright; Galadriel has had her own little one to deal with. As evidenced by the little fawn-sized unicorn curled up on her couch.

When she opens the door, Galadriel offers both Dairine and the mobile a warm smile.]

Dairine. I see you brought a friend.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine offers her a small smile as the mobile gives a pleased "Yes!"]

Yeah, he sort of tagged along. Can we come in?

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. [She steps aside, holding the door open for them. On the couch, the little unicorn eyes them warily, as though trying to decide if they are alright.]

Do not mind Iestivren; she will be no trouble. [If only because the little thing looks like she's about to fall asleep.]

[wizard_redfive]

Thank you. [The mobile parrots "Thank" as they step into the room.]

Oh hey, you got yourself a unicorn! Neat.

[inafadingcrown]

[And Galadriel just goes to sit beside aforementioned unicorn, letting Dair take her usual spot.] She is a sweet little thing. Thranduil and I were fortunate in that much.

[wizard_redfive]

[And Dairine does, picking up the mobile to sit in her lap when it bumps against her leg. He curls his legs under himself, seeming content.]

So you got paired with the Elf King, huh? [Irony, the castle knows it well.]

[inafadingcrown]

It is becoming something of a pattern with us. [There's just a hint of displeasure in her voice. Nothing against Thranduil, but she's becoming slightly concerned that people may draw the wrong conclusions.]

[wizard_redfive]

Yeah, the castle likes doing that sometimes. [Like hinting that she and Roshaun are a thing. When they most definitely are not. At all. Nope. He's not even here why does it keep doing this??]

At least you didn't get paired up with Conan though.

[inafadingcrown]

[A low chuckle] I imagine he is grateful for that as well; I believe he finds me something of a nuisance.

[wizard_redfive]

Somehow I'm not surprised. I wouldn't take it too hard; he sees pretty much everyone as a nuisance. [Or help or a criminal. There aren't too many other options.]

[inafadingcrown]

Oh, I do not mind. It is natural enough that he should think of me so; there are few, I think, who openly worry for his safety. [She offers a little smile] But I assume you did not come here to discuss Conan.

[wizard_redfive]

Yeah, and he'd prefer if none of us did. That's the problem.

[But no use getting too sidetracked. Dair glances towards the shadows of the room before getting up and walking a small circle out of their reach. The simple mute spell might be unnecessary, but she's rather not risk it.]

No, not really. There's something a bit more important on my mind.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel watches Dairine as she works her magic, her curiosity undisguised. She won't ask now; that too would be a sidetrack. But her interest is obvious.]

Something which has you deeply concerned, I see.

[wizard_redfive]

[Once she is done, she sits back down.]

You could say that.

I had a less-than welcome visitor a few nights ago.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel frowns, her brow furrowing.]

Tell me. [And that's unmistakably a protective tone. She is not pleased by this news, not in the least.]

[wizard_redfive]

Have you heard of Pitch Black?

[inafadingcrown]

[The frown deepens] I have. We have spoken, in fact.

[wizard_redfive]

Yeah, so have I. Apparently though, he's being a bit more social than I previously thought.

[She should have known better, oh she should have known. Pitch was bad news from the start. And Dairine feels so bitter and angry about it.]

Which includes watching people sleep.

[inafadingcrown]

[Silence for a moment and then some very carefully weighted words.]

Need I have a discussion with him on the matter?

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine takes a moment to consider this. On one hand, if she lets Galadriel "talk" with Pitch, that will be one less thing for her to worry about. On the other, relying on someone else probably won't help Pitch's opinion that she is a little girl and thus nothing to fear. She should probably do the threatening on her own.

But then she wonders if she could even stop Galadriel from giving Pitch some stern words. It's not like Nita asking her not to punch in the school bullies stopped her from dropping hints that anyone messing with her sister would deal with her. So she settles with a middle way.]

If you want, though I don't know how keen he'll be to listen. He certainly didn't want to listen to me.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel watches Dairine's face carefully, assessing.]

I have no desire to make things more difficult for you. If you would prefer to deal the conflict yourself, I will not interfere. [Not something that she would say to most children. But Dair isn't most children; she's also a wizard and, though it's not exactly the same thing as it is in Middle Earth, that still means something to Galadriel.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine mulls it over for a bit. Then she lifts her head.]

I think I'd rather handle it myself, for now. He seems wary of powerful people, so I might be able to keep him away with my wizardry.

[But then her frown returns.]

Of course, when I'm asleep it will be more tricky. I'll have to test a few more barriers on my room. But what I'm more worried about are all the other people he's been visiting.

[Mostly her sister, but there are others. Conan and the other kids to name a few.]

[inafadingcrown]

As you wish, then. If you change your mind, you need only tell me.

[And as Dairine continues, she furrows her brow further.]

And this is why you have come to me? [She's not sure how much she could do about it, honestly. If she had Nenya, creating protective borders would be a simple matter- without it, far less so.]