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[wizard_redfive]

[All this talk of princes and princesses has been kiiinda getting on Dairine’s nerves. (Probably because of a certain prin— king, king that she knows.) Luckily for her, the fairytales had ended without her needing to get involved, and thus she doesn’t have to deal with princes anymore.

Or so she thought.

When Dairine wakes up, something feels slightly off, though she can't quite pinpoint what while still half-asleep. As she rubs her eyes in an effort to become more conscious, Dairine realizes what's different. The regular PJs that she went to bed with have been switched with a long tunic and loose pants made of some sort of silky material. Weird… Must be the castle's doing. But at least she’s still in her room, so finding a change of clothes shouldn't be a problem.

Crawling out of bed, she meanders over to her dresser, opens the drawer, and reaches in to grab one of her trusted t-shirts. But instead of a t-shirt, what Dairine ends up grabbing is another tunic, this time made of light golden fabric. In fact, the whole drawer seems to be filled with tunics. Fancy, well-made tunics. Bewildered and somewhat frusterated, she mutters to herself.]

Okaaaay, where are my clothes?

((OCC: Loss start! Forward dated to Monday morning (around 8 or 9 am). Dairine hasn't noticed her journal is open yet. Feel free to let her know or to pay her a visit.))

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[wizard_redfive]

Alien pajamas. No biggie.

[A pause.]

I’m slightly more concerned about the large new wardrobe I’ve just obtained. [Help would be very much appreciated.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Pause] Are you in need of some assistance?

Galadriel

[wizard_redfive]

[Not wanting to admit needing help to the entire castle, Dairine grabs a pen and scribbles down a filter.]

Maybe? Probably?

... All right, make that a definite yes. [Guess who just got a look at her closet.]

Dairine

[inafadingcrown]

[Trying not to sound too amused.]

Tell me where I may find your chambers and I will be there in but a moment.

Galadriel

[wizard_redfive]

Ira Tower, room 2113.

Action

[inafadingcrown]

[And, true to her word, it won't be too long before you have a knock on your door.]

Action! Sorry this is a bit late

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine looks up from what she was doing and walks over, bare feet lightly tapping against the floor. Opening the door a sliver, she peeks out, still in her fancy nightclothes. But once she sees who it is, Dairine smiles and opens the door fully.]

Galadriel! Am I ever glad to see you! Please, come in!

[Dairine’s room is pretty typical for a young teen, cluttered but not overwhelmingly so. There’s a twin-sized bed, bookshelf on one side, a writing desk covered in various knickknacks (chess set, drawing materials, comic books), a dresser, and a closet. For now, most of her junk has been moved to the side in order to make room for Dairine’s current project: checking out her new wardrobe. Most of the dresser’s drawers are open, the contents piled up on her bed. Tunics, soft pants, long vests.... all made of lavish fabrics and quite a few embroidered with intricate designs. There are even some metal gauntlets tossed onto one of her pillows.

The closet door is also open, revealing even more garments, far more than Dairine usually owns.]

I will backtag with you forever <3

[inafadingcrown]

[She enters, taking a swift but careful look around the room, and chuckles.]

You seem to have found yourself with the wardrobe of a prince, my friend. [And she'll just take the opportunity to walk over to the bed and begin examining some of the garments.]

<3

[wizard_redfive]

A king, actually. [She replies wearily, as if she's heard that correction made far too many times.]

Sorry about the mess. I didn't expect to have quite so much to go through.

[Dairine heads over to the closet again to investigate further, leaving Galadriel to check out the clothing on the bed. Golden hues seem to be the most dominate color, especially golden orange. But there are plenty of exceptions to the rule: a metallic blue tunic, loose trousers in bronze or deep green, bright red garments, soft cream shirts... the list goes on and on.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Doesn't look like anything she can't handle. She'll just wait for Dairine to make a selection.]

It is reminiscent of someone you know, I gather?

[wizard_redfive]

[It'll take a moment. There's a large selection to choose from.]

It's exactly like someone I know. Well... [She glances at the jacket she's currently holding (bright gold with rubies around the edges) somewhat sheepishly.] …except the size.

[inafadingcrown]

It does not surprise me. These losses have some manner of logic to them, more oft then not. [She turns to look back at Dairine.] When you have decided, I believe these should be simple enough to put on. [Comparatively speaking, anyway.]

[wizard_redfive]

I dunno. This seems more creepy than logical.

I'm... I'm not sure what would suit me. [For someone who usually wears the first T-shirt she can grab, this is a rather overwhelming experience. There are so many choices, too many choices, and each one more gaudy than the next.]

[inafadingcrown]

Can it not be both? [With a little chuckle, Galadriel begins to sort through the pile of clothes. Her own tastes are simple but elegant, so she quickly picks out the least ornamented garments.] Green would flatter you, I think, or blue.

[wizard_redfive]

Guess it can.

Spot would agree with you there. Not much in the way of green here, though. Or blu-- [Her hand stops shuffling through the hangers suddenly. She stares into the closet a moment before pulling out a long blue jacket, adorned in numerous blue and green gems. They’re applied richly, even thickly, making the coat sparkle in the light. The garment would clearly stand out even if the colors were not so unique to this wardrobe.

Dairine is looking at the piece with a strange mix of recognition, exasperation, and (perhaps) a little fondness.]

I remember this.

[inafadingcrown]

I would imagine it difficult to forget. [But it's not the garment that catches Galadriel's reaction, so much as Dairine's reaction to it. She's not going to press, but she is watching her young friend closely.]

Galadriel is free to hear her musings, if she wants.

[wizard_redfive]

Yeah... [Dairine eyes wander over the jacket, inspecting the craftsmanship (or at least that's what she tells herself). Last time she saw this piece of clothing, she hated it. Hated Roshaun for wearing the damn bejeweled thing, perceiving it as yet another attempt to rub his upper-class privileges in her face. But that was before she got to know the Sunlord properly, before she started to understand what trials he had to face at home.

This time, the jacket brings up a very different set of emotions.]

It was the second outfit I saw him wear. [Dairine says, somewhat lost in thought.]

Ah, she's far too polite to listen in, alas.

[inafadingcrown]

[Ah, now this is interesting. And something akin to what she expected. She seats herself on the edge of Dairine's bed and speaks up, her voice soft and gentle.]

Do you wish to speak of him, dear one?

Too bad... she's very stubborn with keeping her secrets.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine starts, eyes wide, as if she didn't quite realize she said that out loud. It takes Dairine a few seconds to regain her composure, but once she does, she shrugs it off like it's no big deal.]

I suppose it can't hurt. These clothes originally belonged to Roshaun. Roshaun ke Nelaid am... uh....

Roshaun ke Nelaid am Seriv am Teliuyve am Meseph am Veliz am Teriaunst am det Nuiiliat. [Spot adds helpfully from his hiding place under her desk. Dairine blinks, looking over towards the computer.] Thanks. ...I thought that ended with "Wellakhit."

Both are acceptable titles.

[inafadingcrown]

[Gracious. That makes here list of names and titles seem quite short.]

And you care for him.

[wizard_redfive]

[And that's the short version of his name. @_@]

Well, yeah. He's a good friend and a fellow wizard. [Ignoring any implications that they might be more than that. Yuuuuup.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She just chuckles in that obnoxious knowing way of hers. Dairine may ignore the implications, but it's clear Galadriel has already come to her conclusions.]

Would you tell me of him?

This was much harder than I thought it would be

[wizard_redfive]

[The chuckle makes Dairine frown, but not as strongly as she would have had it been anyone else. Oh Galadriel, you are so very lucky she respects you. Dairine walks over to sit next to her, still holding the jacket in her hands.]

Roshaun is… complicated. And annoying. [Welp.] He comes from the planet Wellakh, a fair sized planet orbiting a rather temperamental star. Wizards are rare there and generally revered. His family especially so, as they serve as Guarantors for the planet. So they're basically royal leaders.

Roshaun is the only son of the Sunlord, which makes him heir to the Wellakhit throne.

That happens sometimes

[inafadingcrown]

With such an upbringing, it is no wonder you find him complex. [She smiles a little, idly running her fingers over one of the garments] Or an annoyance. I daresay I could be rather irritating myself at that age.

[And she was in a rather comparable position. She's no wizard, but her gifts were always respected, even revered. And she was not heir- not then. She supposes she is now, if her father were ever killed. But there are certain things most royal children share. Being a brat is one of them.]

Really old post, really late reply. Feel free to ignore if you want.

[wizard_redfive]

[Teenage Galadriel? Dairine can't hardly imagine it, certainly not one as annoying as Roshaun. The very thought makes her burst out laughing.] Please. You could never out irritate Prince Not-So-Charming.

[Once her laughter dies down a bit, Dairine looks over with a slight grin.]

Though you are a lot alike in other ways.