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@ondsinn
ʟᴜᴅᴀʟꜰ ᴄꜱᴇɴɢ ᴏɴᴅꜱɪɴɴ • ᴠᴏᴄɪꜰᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ • ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ
ʟᴜᴅᴀʟꜰ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴋᴏᴛʟᴄ ᴏᴄ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴘ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ 16 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ “ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ” ɢᴇᴛʜᴇɴ ᴏɴᴅꜱɪɴɴ.
ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴏᴄɪꜰᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍᴜᴛᴇ.
ᴛᴀɢꜱ: ɪᴄ - ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ / ᴏᴏᴄ - ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ / ᴄᴅᴇᴠ - ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ
so… the gold white and silver crystals… ms.maylin says you might know where they.. go? -@ondsinn
Both of you need to stop. If you continue to refuse to head my warnings, I will call a council meeting- or better yet I will order emissaries to follow you around until I can be sure you and @brontes-sister-official can be trusted again.
…I don’t really want to get ms. maylin involved in anything but… it’s odd that you’re avoiding this so much. I don’t know how you could do that anyways… you’d have to find me and it hasnt happened yet…
what is it we can’t know? information is power and you all hoard it.
-l.o
What you cannot know is council business and that alone. You are overstepping your place by trying to find it out.
.. well, I have a crystal. and… I don’t have a place, not in the cities. I’ve never even been to one, so.. I don’t think…
im going to set something up to figure it out, ive got a bunch of mystery crystals from.. someone.
I’ll find out, anyways. or you can tell…
I do have sympathy for your situation- but I am doing what I must. I could tell Fintan himself exactly what you've been doing, if I have to.
…wow, ms.maylin was right, you are in love with mr.pyren. but I guess my dad was too, you’re horrid to say that, you know that, sir?I bet you know what he’d do I’ll let someone have it then, a friend, and you can deal with whatever they do.
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
*looking you over before gesturing to the seat nearest the door*
I'm glad to be able to meet you, Lu.
she watches him carefully before patting the seat, to which the hound jumps up, and she climbs onto it after. taking out a pad of paper that was tucked into the pants back pocket, she writes
hello
Ah, hello.
If there's anything you want to know, any questions you have, I'll answer them, no matter what.
she seems to temporarily struggle with what to say, but eventually writes
why did you use that word?
abuse
Because I believe it describes your current situation. Having your memories wiped, being cut off from the world.
Perhaps neglect, or manipulation may be more suitable.
She plays with her fingers a little, staring down. Maybe not used to a conversation like this- on a somewhat even stance.
you reacted like you knew my dad, when I told you his name.
That is because I do. I know what he does, and what kind of man he is.
*pause*
However, I am wondering if you know him.
this causes her to pause and slowly meet his eyes, like a trapped animal that is more than confident in their ability to run.
…what do you mean? I am his daughter. who else could I know but him.
Then you know how many times he’s been imprisoned? How many people he’s kidnapped, tortured and killed? You know what lines he’s cross and the things he’s done? I find that strange, considering you yourself seem fairly nonviolent but defend him so.
she makes a face of alarm and pulls back a little, looking a little startled.
_ well… I… don’t know everything. But… for change sometimes it’s the need for extremities, my family tends to agree to that.
she swallows stiffly
and. I’m… I’m different, now. I don’t have as much… anything. I used to be so mad, about what I couldn’t say, but… they’re stuck, too…
I would agree with you. There are times when extremes must be taken to bring about change.
However the extremities he’s taken, I cannot agree with. Nor can I forgive. One of my closest and most trustworthy friends was one of those extremities.
The things he has done are not your fault, though. That much, I want to make very clear. I do not blame you, nor do I hate you.
…do you think he meant to? be not so good to me, and … hurt people, I guess?
*staring at the table grain, looking a little uncomfortable.*
I… I don’t know. He’s my dad. That’s enough, or it should be. Right?
Yes. I do think he meant to. I think he meant it every single time.
Sometimes. . blood isn’t enough. Two of my own kids. . Their parents mistreated them for years. Neglected them, had them sent away. When push came to shove, and they got the chance to go back, blood wasn’t enough for them to choose to go. I don’t think either of them have spoken to their mother or father since.
She looks up at him, greyed out blue eyes meeting his. They have an odd effect, not a glaze, perhaps the opposite of it, but something isn’t fully right.
…my dad can do some … not so nice things. But hes everything. They’re my family. They’re …
she smiles a little but it’s not a very good one in any sense of it.
they’re all terrible, but I love them, I guess. Or close enough?
*studying you carefully*
Is it love, or is it dedication? A sense of duty? There is a difference, I assure you.
I don’t know, I guess. Is there that much of a difference? All roads lead to Bethlehem. I don’t know anything but them, so if I didn’t love my father, who else could have?
she’s pressed her pen a bit hard and the ink splotched a bit. She looks at it a little fazed and annoyed.
. . . I don’t know. I can’t decide that sort of thing for you. That’s something you need to figure out yourself. If that prospect poses too much of a threat to you, you can always walk away. I’ll leave and you don’t ever have to see me again.
She stares at him, looking frustrated, a little upset. A man with dark hair and scraggly features comes up to the table. He says something in Russian to Terigan., seeming annoyed. Lu watches, curious to see if he’ll respond.
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
*looking you over before gesturing to the seat nearest the door*
I'm glad to be able to meet you, Lu.
she watches him carefully before patting the seat, to which the hound jumps up, and she climbs onto it after. taking out a pad of paper that was tucked into the pants back pocket, she writes
hello
Ah, hello.
If there's anything you want to know, any questions you have, I'll answer them, no matter what.
she seems to temporarily struggle with what to say, but eventually writes
why did you use that word?
abuse
Because I believe it describes your current situation. Having your memories wiped, being cut off from the world.
Perhaps neglect, or manipulation may be more suitable.
She plays with her fingers a little, staring down. Maybe not used to a conversation like this- on a somewhat even stance.
you reacted like you knew my dad, when I told you his name.
That is because I do. I know what he does, and what kind of man he is.
*pause*
However, I am wondering if you know him.
this causes her to pause and slowly meet his eyes, like a trapped animal that is more than confident in their ability to run.
…what do you mean? I am his daughter. who else could I know but him.
Then you know how many times he’s been imprisoned? How many people he’s kidnapped, tortured and killed? You know what lines he’s cross and the things he’s done? I find that strange, considering you yourself seem fairly nonviolent but defend him so.
she makes a face of alarm and pulls back a little, looking a little startled.
_ well… I… don’t know everything. But… for change sometimes it’s the need for extremities, my family tends to agree to that.
she swallows stiffly
and. I’m… I’m different, now. I don’t have as much… anything. I used to be so mad, about what I couldn’t say, but… they’re stuck, too…
I would agree with you. There are times when extremes must be taken to bring about change.
However the extremities he’s taken, I cannot agree with. Nor can I forgive. One of my closest and most trustworthy friends was one of those extremities.
The things he has done are not your fault, though. That much, I want to make very clear. I do not blame you, nor do I hate you.
…do you think he meant to? be not so good to me, and … hurt people, I guess?
*staring at the table grain, looking a little uncomfortable.*
I… I don’t know. He’s my dad. That’s enough, or it should be. Right?
Yes. I do think he meant to. I think he meant it every single time.
Sometimes. . blood isn’t enough. Two of my own kids. . Their parents mistreated them for years. Neglected them, had them sent away. When push came to shove, and they got the chance to go back, blood wasn’t enough for them to choose to go. I don’t think either of them have spoken to their mother or father since.
She looks up at him, greyed out blue eyes meeting his. They have an odd effect, not a glaze, perhaps the opposite of it, but something isn’t fully right.
…my dad can do some … not so nice things. But hes everything. They’re my family. They’re …
she smiles a little but it’s not a very good one in any sense of it.
they’re all terrible, but I love them, I guess. Or close enough?
*studying you carefully*
Is it love, or is it dedication? A sense of duty? There is a difference, I assure you.
I don’t know, I guess. Is there that much of a difference? All roads lead to Bethlehem. I don’t know anything but them, so if I didn’t love my father, who else could have?
she’s pressed her pen a bit hard and the ink splotched a bit. She looks at it a little fazed and annoyed.
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
*looking you over before gesturing to the seat nearest the door*
I'm glad to be able to meet you, Lu.
she watches him carefully before patting the seat, to which the hound jumps up, and she climbs onto it after. taking out a pad of paper that was tucked into the pants back pocket, she writes
hello
Ah, hello.
If there's anything you want to know, any questions you have, I'll answer them, no matter what.
she seems to temporarily struggle with what to say, but eventually writes
why did you use that word?
abuse
Because I believe it describes your current situation. Having your memories wiped, being cut off from the world.
Perhaps neglect, or manipulation may be more suitable.
She plays with her fingers a little, staring down. Maybe not used to a conversation like this- on a somewhat even stance.
you reacted like you knew my dad, when I told you his name.
That is because I do. I know what he does, and what kind of man he is.
*pause*
However, I am wondering if you know him.
this causes her to pause and slowly meet his eyes, like a trapped animal that is more than confident in their ability to run.
…what do you mean? I am his daughter. who else could I know but him.
Then you know how many times he’s been imprisoned? How many people he’s kidnapped, tortured and killed? You know what lines he’s cross and the things he’s done? I find that strange, considering you yourself seem fairly nonviolent but defend him so.
she makes a face of alarm and pulls back a little, looking a little startled.
_ well… I… don’t know everything. But… for change sometimes it’s the need for extremities, my family tends to agree to that.
she swallows stiffly
and. I’m… I’m different, now. I don’t have as much… anything. I used to be so mad, about what I couldn’t say, but… they’re stuck, too…
I would agree with you. There are times when extremes must be taken to bring about change.
However the extremities he’s taken, I cannot agree with. Nor can I forgive. One of my closest and most trustworthy friends was one of those extremities.
The things he has done are not your fault, though. That much, I want to make very clear. I do not blame you, nor do I hate you.
…do you think he meant to? be not so good to me, and … hurt people, I guess?
*staring at the table grain, looking a little uncomfortable.*
I… I don’t know. He’s my dad. That’s enough, or it should be. Right?
Yes. I do think he meant to. I think he meant it every single time.
Sometimes. . blood isn’t enough. Two of my own kids. . Their parents mistreated them for years. Neglected them, had them sent away. When push came to shove, and they got the chance to go back, blood wasn’t enough for them to choose to go. I don’t think either of them have spoken to their mother or father since.
She looks up at him, greyed out blue eyes meeting his. They have an odd effect, not a glaze, perhaps the opposite of it, but something isn’t fully right.
…my dad can do some … not so nice things. But hes everything. They’re my family. They’re …
she smiles a little but it’s not a very good one in any sense of it.
they’re all terrible, but I love them, I guess. Or close enough?
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
*looking you over before gesturing to the seat nearest the door*
I'm glad to be able to meet you, Lu.
she watches him carefully before patting the seat, to which the hound jumps up, and she climbs onto it after. taking out a pad of paper that was tucked into the pants back pocket, she writes
hello
Ah, hello.
If there's anything you want to know, any questions you have, I'll answer them, no matter what.
she seems to temporarily struggle with what to say, but eventually writes
why did you use that word?
abuse
Because I believe it describes your current situation. Having your memories wiped, being cut off from the world.
Perhaps neglect, or manipulation may be more suitable.
She plays with her fingers a little, staring down. Maybe not used to a conversation like this- on a somewhat even stance.
you reacted like you knew my dad, when I told you his name.
That is because I do. I know what he does, and what kind of man he is.
*pause*
However, I am wondering if you know him.
this causes her to pause and slowly meet his eyes, like a trapped animal that is more than confident in their ability to run.
…what do you mean? I am his daughter. who else could I know but him.
Then you know how many times he’s been imprisoned? How many people he’s kidnapped, tortured and killed? You know what lines he’s cross and the things he’s done? I find that strange, considering you yourself seem fairly nonviolent but defend him so.
she makes a face of alarm and pulls back a little, looking a little startled.
_ well… I… don’t know everything. But… for change sometimes it’s the need for extremities, my family tends to agree to that.
she swallows stiffly
and. I’m… I’m different, now. I don’t have as much… anything. I used to be so mad, about what I couldn’t say, but… they’re stuck, too…
I would agree with you. There are times when extremes must be taken to bring about change.
However the extremities he’s taken, I cannot agree with. Nor can I forgive. One of my closest and most trustworthy friends was one of those extremities.
The things he has done are not your fault, though. That much, I want to make very clear. I do not blame you, nor do I hate you.
…do you think he meant to? be not so good to me, and … hurt people, I guess?
*staring at the table grain, looking a little uncomfortable.*
I… I don’t know. He’s my dad. That’s enough, or it should be. Right?
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
*looking you over before gesturing to the seat nearest the door*
I'm glad to be able to meet you, Lu.
she watches him carefully before patting the seat, to which the hound jumps up, and she climbs onto it after. taking out a pad of paper that was tucked into the pants back pocket, she writes
hello
Ah, hello.
If there's anything you want to know, any questions you have, I'll answer them, no matter what.
she seems to temporarily struggle with what to say, but eventually writes
why did you use that word?
abuse
Because I believe it describes your current situation. Having your memories wiped, being cut off from the world.
Perhaps neglect, or manipulation may be more suitable.
She plays with her fingers a little, staring down. Maybe not used to a conversation like this- on a somewhat even stance.
you reacted like you knew my dad, when I told you his name.
That is because I do. I know what he does, and what kind of man he is.
*pause*
However, I am wondering if you know him.
this causes her to pause and slowly meet his eyes, like a trapped animal that is more than confident in their ability to run.
…what do you mean? I am his daughter. who else could I know but him.
Then you know how many times he’s been imprisoned? How many people he’s kidnapped, tortured and killed? You know what lines he’s cross and the things he’s done? I find that strange, considering you yourself seem fairly nonviolent but defend him so.
she makes a face of alarm and pulls back a little, looking a little startled.
_ well… I… don’t know everything. But… for change sometimes it’s the need for extremities, my family tends to agree to that.
she swallows stiffly
and. I’m… I’m different, now. I don’t have as much… anything. I used to be so mad, about what I couldn’t say, but… they’re stuck, too…
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
*looking you over before gesturing to the seat nearest the door*
I'm glad to be able to meet you, Lu.
she watches him carefully before patting the seat, to which the hound jumps up, and she climbs onto it after. taking out a pad of paper that was tucked into the pants back pocket, she writes
hello
Ah, hello.
If there's anything you want to know, any questions you have, I'll answer them, no matter what.
she seems to temporarily struggle with what to say, but eventually writes
why did you use that word?
abuse
Because I believe it describes your current situation. Having your memories wiped, being cut off from the world.
Perhaps neglect, or manipulation may be more suitable.
She plays with her fingers a little, staring down. Maybe not used to a conversation like this- on a somewhat even stance.
you reacted like you knew my dad, when I told you his name.
That is because I do. I know what he does, and what kind of man he is.
*pause*
However, I am wondering if you know him.
this causes her to pause and slowly meet his eyes, like a trapped animal that is more than confident in their ability to run.
…what do you mean? I am his daughter. who else could I know but him.
I cannot rest / always ready to run / always pretending I am not always ready to run, / even though there is nowhere to run to.
Alison Kronstadt, Bred In Captivity
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
*looking you over before gesturing to the seat nearest the door*
I'm glad to be able to meet you, Lu.
she watches him carefully before patting the seat, to which the hound jumps up, and she climbs onto it after. taking out a pad of paper that was tucked into the pants back pocket, she writes
hello
Ah, hello.
If there's anything you want to know, any questions you have, I'll answer them, no matter what.
she seems to temporarily struggle with what to say, but eventually writes
why did you use that word?
abuse
Because I believe it describes your current situation. Having your memories wiped, being cut off from the world.
Perhaps neglect, or manipulation may be more suitable.
She plays with her fingers a little, staring down. Maybe not used to a conversation like this- on a somewhat even stance.
you reacted like you knew my dad, when I told you his name.
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
*looking you over before gesturing to the seat nearest the door*
I'm glad to be able to meet you, Lu.
she watches him carefully before patting the seat, to which the hound jumps up, and she climbs onto it after. taking out a pad of paper that was tucked into the pants back pocket, she writes
hello
Ah, hello.
If there's anything you want to know, any questions you have, I'll answer them, no matter what.
she seems to temporarily struggle with what to say, but eventually writes
why did you use that word?
abuse
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
*looking you over before gesturing to the seat nearest the door*
I'm glad to be able to meet you, Lu.
she watches him carefully before patting the seat, to which the hound jumps up, and she climbs onto it after. taking out a pad of paper that was tucked into the pants back pocket, she writes
hello
about 4 hours later, a 16 year old girl with dark brown hair swept behind a sharp featured face and pale ears walks into the small pub on the edge of the town- not that there’s much liveliness. Soldiers, and maybe an overall population of 200.
pressed close to her ill fitting elven trousers- clearly belonging to a man at some point, and a similarly oversized but rather endearing black turtleneck, is a large animal. At first look, a dog, at second… she holds its collar loosely through pale fingers. there were dogs outside as well- it seems near tradition to have a hound, but it’s unlikely to have been belonging to her.
despite the clothes and simple styling, she has tell tale elven features and with them, still manages to look somewhat darling as she scans the room.
-lu
*hesitating before waving you over to a table*
lu studies him from the entryway before letting the door fall closed and slowly walking over. notably, rather than boots she’s wearing a pair of damp, wet, woolen socks. she gets over to the table and stops a few feet away, fingers digging into the animals coat.
look at these flowers ! - lu //mod using main to send pic
Ah! Those are quite beautiful! Are you growing many kinds of flowers?
well, we move every few.. months, maybe? …more before, I think… so it’s hard to plant them. but I like to look at them, and I found these pulled out so I planted them.
Every few months, huh? You must have seen a lot of interesting places by now.
um, well, it’s only recently that I’ve started going outside the…. I guess the structures. I’m not really supposed to even now, but nobody really cares so long as I stay out of it.
Mostly we just end up at places where it’s very empty but sometimes we’re in a busy place… the only time I really go into busy places is with dad or his friends, when they need a translator for the humans, I guess…
Ah, I see. That. . Does not sound all that fun.
Er- what did you say your father’s name was?
it’s not so bad… r- one of dads friends takes books for me sometimes, although I think he just likes being a sneak around the humans…
oh um, same last name as me, his first name is gethen, though, …why?
. . . Ohh stars above. Okay.
And you’re currently. . Where? I imagine somewhere on the Eurasian Step or Eastern Europe?
Well… pretty high up, yeah… it’s really cold and everyone speaks russkiy yazyk, which is annoying for dad, it’s a harder one I guess…?
..what about the stars?
I see. Interesting. Is there a city nearby perhaps? Or a landmark one could easily leap to?
*rifling through leaping crystal drawer*
well, I guess that… verkhoyansk is not so far, I can walk there, but I can’t light leap… I never got taught how because I shouldn’t be like wandering around without Dad or someone else…
it’s kind of rural, trix said it used to be a place for “exiles” but.. it’s not so far from the artic circle, if that counts as landmark?
Can you walk to the town? I have a facet that leaps there. I would very much like to meet you.
I… well I’m not really meant to meet up with people, it’s not really allowed. I have a lot of of my memories like climbed up, but some of them I still have which means it’ll be dangerous if I go out… and you’re an elf not a human…
Dear, I know Tiergan, and I think it would be safer for you to go, at least meet him. Alright? He is trying to help.
oh… you know him to? …he’s not involved… with your um, mean brother. Is he?
No, actually more the opposite. He would not willingly interact with the council. From my knowledge.
I want to listen to you but… I do not know you both so well… and it’s strange that you happen to be connected- I hear from others that the lost cities are large.
They most definitely are, but we used to be mentors at the same school and that's how we met. And we both support the same causes so we just stayed in contact after I quit.
oh… I.. I guess I’ll ask why he wants me to come and then maybe walk one of the dogs into town… if it makes sense…
I am truthfully just worried for you. Your situation sounds, for lack of a better word, fairly abusive. I want to help you.
…it’s N- not, abuse, it’s just… I appreciate your concern, I guess?… I.. you’ve been fairly nice to me, I guess… I’ll come down, since ms. Maylin is also asking.
look at these flowers ! - lu //mod using main to send pic
Ah! Those are quite beautiful! Are you growing many kinds of flowers?
well, we move every few.. months, maybe? …more before, I think… so it’s hard to plant them. but I like to look at them, and I found these pulled out so I planted them.
Every few months, huh? You must have seen a lot of interesting places by now.
um, well, it’s only recently that I’ve started going outside the…. I guess the structures. I’m not really supposed to even now, but nobody really cares so long as I stay out of it.
Mostly we just end up at places where it’s very empty but sometimes we’re in a busy place… the only time I really go into busy places is with dad or his friends, when they need a translator for the humans, I guess…
Ah, I see. That. . Does not sound all that fun.
Er- what did you say your father’s name was?
it’s not so bad… r- one of dads friends takes books for me sometimes, although I think he just likes being a sneak around the humans…
oh um, same last name as me, his first name is gethen, though, …why?
. . . Ohh stars above. Okay.
And you’re currently. . Where? I imagine somewhere on the Eurasian Step or Eastern Europe?
Well… pretty high up, yeah… it’s really cold and everyone speaks russkiy yazyk, which is annoying for dad, it’s a harder one I guess…?
..what about the stars?
I see. Interesting. Is there a city nearby perhaps? Or a landmark one could easily leap to?
*rifling through leaping crystal drawer*
well, I guess that… verkhoyansk is not so far, I can walk there, but I can’t light leap… I never got taught how because I shouldn’t be like wandering around without Dad or someone else…
it’s kind of rural, trix said it used to be a place for “exiles” but.. it’s not so far from the artic circle, if that counts as landmark?
Can you walk to the town? I have a facet that leaps there. I would very much like to meet you.
I… well I’m not really meant to meet up with people, it’s not really allowed. I have a lot of of my memories like climbed up, but some of them I still have which means it’ll be dangerous if I go out… and you’re an elf not a human…
Dear, I know Tiergan, and I think it would be safer for you to go, at least meet him. Alright? He is trying to help.
oh… you know him to? …he’s not involved… with your um, mean brother. Is he?
No, actually more the opposite. He would not willingly interact with the council. From my knowledge.
I want to listen to you but… I do not know you both so well… and it’s strange that you happen to be connected- I hear from others that the lost cities are large.
They most definitely are, but we used to be mentors at the same school and that's how we met. And we both support the same causes so we just stayed in contact after I quit.
oh… I.. I guess I’ll ask why he wants me to come and then maybe walk one of the dogs into town… if it makes sense…
look at these flowers ! - lu //mod using main to send pic
Ah! Those are quite beautiful! Are you growing many kinds of flowers?
well, we move every few.. months, maybe? …more before, I think… so it’s hard to plant them. but I like to look at them, and I found these pulled out so I planted them.
Every few months, huh? You must have seen a lot of interesting places by now.
um, well, it’s only recently that I’ve started going outside the…. I guess the structures. I’m not really supposed to even now, but nobody really cares so long as I stay out of it.
Mostly we just end up at places where it’s very empty but sometimes we’re in a busy place… the only time I really go into busy places is with dad or his friends, when they need a translator for the humans, I guess…
Ah, I see. That. . Does not sound all that fun.
Er- what did you say your father’s name was?
it’s not so bad… r- one of dads friends takes books for me sometimes, although I think he just likes being a sneak around the humans…
oh um, same last name as me, his first name is gethen, though, …why?
. . . Ohh stars above. Okay.
And you’re currently. . Where? I imagine somewhere on the Eurasian Step or Eastern Europe?
Well… pretty high up, yeah… it’s really cold and everyone speaks russkiy yazyk, which is annoying for dad, it’s a harder one I guess…?
..what about the stars?
I see. Interesting. Is there a city nearby perhaps? Or a landmark one could easily leap to?
*rifling through leaping crystal drawer*
well, I guess that… verkhoyansk is not so far, I can walk there, but I can’t light leap… I never got taught how because I shouldn’t be like wandering around without Dad or someone else…
it’s kind of rural, trix said it used to be a place for “exiles” but.. it’s not so far from the artic circle, if that counts as landmark?
Can you walk to the town? I have a facet that leaps there. I would very much like to meet you.
I… well I’m not really meant to meet up with people, it’s not really allowed. I have a lot of of my memories like climbed up, but some of them I still have which means it’ll be dangerous if I go out… and you’re an elf not a human…
Dear, I know Tiergan, and I think it would be safer for you to go, at least meet him. Alright? He is trying to help.
oh… you know him to? …he’s not involved… with your um, mean brother. Is he?
No, actually more the opposite. He would not willingly interact with the council. From my knowledge.
I want to listen to you but… I do not know you both so well… and it’s strange that you happen to be connected- I hear from others that the lost cities are large.
look at these flowers ! - lu //mod using main to send pic
Ah! Those are quite beautiful! Are you growing many kinds of flowers?
well, we move every few.. months, maybe? …more before, I think… so it’s hard to plant them. but I like to look at them, and I found these pulled out so I planted them.
Every few months, huh? You must have seen a lot of interesting places by now.
um, well, it’s only recently that I’ve started going outside the…. I guess the structures. I’m not really supposed to even now, but nobody really cares so long as I stay out of it.
Mostly we just end up at places where it’s very empty but sometimes we’re in a busy place… the only time I really go into busy places is with dad or his friends, when they need a translator for the humans, I guess…
Ah, I see. That. . Does not sound all that fun.
Er- what did you say your father’s name was?
it’s not so bad… r- one of dads friends takes books for me sometimes, although I think he just likes being a sneak around the humans…
oh um, same last name as me, his first name is gethen, though, …why?
. . . Ohh stars above. Okay.
And you’re currently. . Where? I imagine somewhere on the Eurasian Step or Eastern Europe?
Well… pretty high up, yeah… it’s really cold and everyone speaks russkiy yazyk, which is annoying for dad, it’s a harder one I guess…?
..what about the stars?
I see. Interesting. Is there a city nearby perhaps? Or a landmark one could easily leap to?
*rifling through leaping crystal drawer*
well, I guess that… verkhoyansk is not so far, I can walk there, but I can’t light leap… I never got taught how because I shouldn’t be like wandering around without Dad or someone else…
it’s kind of rural, trix said it used to be a place for “exiles” but.. it’s not so far from the artic circle, if that counts as landmark?
Can you walk to the town? I have a facet that leaps there. I would very much like to meet you.
I… well I’m not really meant to meet up with people, it’s not really allowed. I have a lot of of my memories like climbed up, but some of them I still have which means it’ll be dangerous if I go out… and you’re an elf not a human…
Dear, I know Tiergan, and I think it would be safer for you to go, at least meet him. Alright? He is trying to help.
oh… you know him to? …he’s not involved… with your um, mean brother. Is he?
