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[wizard_redfive]

[In the lobby this morning is a princess, sleeping peacefully on one of the available couches.

…Well not really. Actually it’s not a princess at all. It’s Dairine. However, she certainly looks the part today. Her normal clothes have been switched with a long velvet gown, soft and green. On one wrist is an emerald bracelet held together with glowing strings of the Speech. And is that a tiara on her head?

With a sigh, Dairine’s eyes flutter open. …Odd. This isn’t where she went to bed last night. She moves to push herself up—when she notices the change in her attire. There’s a loud yelp as Dairine jolts awake, her hands moving subconsciously to where her necklace should be.

Nothing.]

You have got to be kidding me!

((OCC: Loss start! Open to all, journal or action, while she’s asleep or awake. Super open to backtagging, so you don't miss your chance to see her. Have fun!))

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[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine's eyes blink open and she squints up at Galadriel.

Then down at the couch.

Then looks back up at Galadriel, wide-eyed with shock.] Oh.

[inafadingcrown]

[She'll back up a little, giving Dairine some space.] You look lovely, if you do not mind my saying so.

[wizard_redfive]

[Probably a smart idea. This is a somewhat overwhelming change to wake up to.

O-oh! Compliments from Galadriel! Dairine blushes bright red, not sure what to say to that.]

[inafadingcrown]

[It's alright, Dairine. She'll give you something else to respond to.]

I gather, however, this change in apparel was not made of your own will.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine shakes her head.]

No. I- I was in my PJs last I checked.

[inafadingcrown]

A loss, I imagine, then, but a strange one to be sure. I see little purpose in it.

[wizard_redfive]

What's the purpose of any loss? To get under our skin.

[And Dairine will never openly admit it, but it's working.]

[inafadingcrown]

Does this trouble you so greatly? I know it is not your customary dress, but you are, as I said, a great deal more than presentable.

[wizard_redfive]

Well... [Dairine says, shifting with unease. She doesn't want to say it, but she can't lie to Galadriel!]

…yes, it does.

[inafadingcrown]

May I ask why? [She doesn't understand the issue here.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Fidget. Fidgetfidgetfidget.]

It's related to my loss. My permanent one.

[inafadingcrown]

I see. I will ask no further, then.

[It would be hypocritical of her, when she refuses to discuss her own permanent loss. She understands the discomfort now, and that is enough for her.]