Oct 2, 2013
"Lessons" // vairetheweaver
Rossiel had always been a gentle and trusting spirit. She wanted to believe in the good of people (except maybe Dwarves), believe in the mercy of the Valar, believe that all was part of Eru's design. Even when the Dourhands had lopped her head off in her own bed, she had gone willingly to Mandos, wanting to believe she could be made whole there.
And so it was that the minstrel had made her way to Vairë's workroom, trusting that the Lady Weaver would aid in mending her fëa.
"I... ah... I am h-here to b-begin my l-lessons..."
She trusted entirely too much.