☔ [hello!]
“Elanor has sailed?” Cuilpantiel’s lips compressed into a thin line. The ellon nodded. “I saw her ship leave myself.”
Cuilpantiel nodded and turned to leave, fixing a calm mask into place. "Thank you for telling me."
It didn't drop once she reached her rooms, as might have been expected. She found an old copying project of hers, prepared her materials, and began copying with no quota or goal in mind other than preventing her emotions from overwhelming her.
Yet another friend had sailed. Another friend had gone where she couldn't follow. Oh, she could sail - she wasn't forbidden to - but she had far too much here. What did she have in Valinor? Her parents, a few friends, and that was it. The rest of her friends, her brothers, her home was in Imladris. She could no more have sailed than she could rip out her own heart.
And if that meant letting her heart crack a little every time yet another friend left, that was the price she would pay.
