Cae-a-odog

[inafadingcrown]

[First, business. Even on the anniversary of her arrival, there are things that can’t be neglected.]

[Arthur Pendragon]

Greetings. I am the Lady Galadriel. We have spoken, though you have little reason to recall my name. I would have word with you, if you are not otherwise occupied.

[Morgana]

[This is delicate. Her tone is carefully measured and deceptively casual.]

I was pleased to hear you have awakened; you gave us some cause for concern.


[Then, on to less serious matters. Someone is feeling cryptic and mysterious today. The following is written in the journal in an elegant hand- no comment, no signature. Just food for thought.]

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away. – Marcus Aurelius

[Anyone who has shown Galadriel kindness in the past year]

[You have find a bottle of wine or a small selection of tea (whichever you would prefer) delivered by the ghosts today. Minors will either be receiving tea or a selection of sweets, since she was told that it was frowned upon to give alcohol to the underage. Who knew, right? Each gift is accompanied with a simple note, thanking the recipient for making her stay a little easier.]

[Friends]

I believe a number of you expressed interest in hearing me play the harp. If you are not otherwise occupied, I would not mind an audience at the moment. [The sudden need for music has nothing to do with her feeling wistful today. Nope. Nothing at all.]

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

For a time.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Always, always. But his book doesn't put it all down.

[inafadingcrown]

Of whom do you speak? [She supposes that there is always the Valar and and Eru himself. But that's not quite the same thing.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

Neither old nor eternal. Like islands. Except slower and faster and much less big and his book is stupid.

[Yes, that slid through three different topics that all seemed connected to Del, at least.]

[inafadingcrown]

[It almost makes sense? Like trying to hold sand in your first and watching the grains run through your fingers.]

Someone from your world, then?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[An almost petulant sigh]

I don't get a world...

[inafadingcrown]

Is that so? [How does that work?]

[fishy_go_byebye]

So so so. [It comes out with a meandering tone.]

[inafadingcrown]

You are a curious little thing.

[fishy_go_byebye]

I went searching for... something. Once. It wasn't the colours, she'd already found them but couldn't see what they mean.

[inafadingcrown]

[An amused little hum] Meaning may be elusive.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Like an eel~