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

kindness filter?! i hope this is okay weh ;;

[saccharosium]

[ Stocking walks back into her room to find the gift of tea waiting for her on her bed. Once she investigates the tea and makes sure nothing is booby-trapped, she finally reads the note attached. Cue her heart being all laksjdf. Time to head to the journal. ]

Thank you for the tea, Galadriel!

That is great. <3

[inafadingcrown]

You are more than welcome, Stocking. I hope you find it to your taste.

yay <3

[saccharosium]

It smells fantastic, and I am sure they will be great. You do have impeccable taste, after all.

[inafadingcrown]

[She chuckles, though it's a little less warm than usual.] High praise, indeed.

[saccharosium]

[ Stocking totally catches that. ] Well-deserved praise.

Is everything all right...?

[inafadingcrown]

Things are well enough; I have been given cause for some reflection, nothing more.

[saccharosium]

I hope it is nothing that weighs too heavily on you.

[inafadingcrown]

It is nothing beyond my endurance, fear not. Today marks the anniversary of my arrival here.

[saccharosium]

Ah, so it has been a year for you here? [ Now Stocking is wondering when she arrived here. Time to start flipping back through the journal... ]

[inafadingcrown]

It has. [And her feelings about it are a bit more complex than they once were. But such is the way of things.] I thought it an appropriate moment to thank those who have made my time here less difficult than it might have been.

[saccharosium]

And it is very much appreciated. I hope your time here continues to be filled with people who offer a helping hand to you.

[inafadingcrown]

And I hope the same for you.