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[inafadingcrown]

[The video feed flips on, focusing (after a few seconds of jostling around) on Galadriel, sitting on the steps of the Initiative Hold, her sheathed sword beside her. Having just finished training, she’s attired appropriately, wearing a simple dress and with her hair braided and wound about her head- displaying those pointed ears quite prominently for those who might have missed them before.]

I grow weary of the constant grey here. It is overlong since I have heard a running stream or seen the sunlight filtered through the forest canopy.

Tell me, those of you who have journeyed outside this city: does greenery yet remain in this world? It would do my heart well even to hear of it.

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There's a ruined garden in the city.

[inafadingcrown]

Is there? [Her tone noticeably brightens.] How might I find it?

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Um... well, I guess there's a search on this thing? [She actually has no idea.] I just went wandering out, you know... and ran across it...

[inafadingcrown]

Ah. [Technology is hard, Rin. It will take her a while to figure out the search function, if there is one.] It cannot be far, then, if you stumbled across it so readily.

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[Technology is so hard. A long pause comes after this response. That pause is Rin furiously working to try and figure out how to send Galadriel directions.] A couple miles maybe...? You just go out, and it's this big ruined building... glass out of all the windows...

[inafadingcrown]

I will look for it. [She might press futher- like in what directions she should head out, if Rin didn't already seem to be struggling here.]

We have spoken before, have we not? Your voice is familiar to me.

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When you arrived... I think. I recognize you...

[inafadingcrown]

I thought as much. Remind me again of your name?

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My name's Rin.

[Ohhhh this is terrible!]

Yours?

[inafadingcrown]

[Why is this terrible, Rin?]

My name is Galadriel.

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[Because she's terribly awkward.]

Nice to meet you. Are you settling in?

[inafadingcrown]

As well as may be expected, I think. It is kind of you to ask. And you have fared well since last we spoke?

[payback]

Nothing too bad has happened, so I can't complain!

[inafadingcrown]

I am glad. We must meet again, if it pleases you. As I recall, I am in your debt.

[payback]

Er... I guess I don't mind-? We're in the same building...

[inafadingcrown]

That we are. Perhaps you might stop by for lunch one day?

[payback]

I-if you want...

[inafadingcrown]

It would please me, yes. I ask if it would be pleasing to you. [Such a skiddish little thing.]

[payback]

Er... I guess why wouldn't it be... [She doesn't know what... to... DO...?]

[inafadingcrown]

You seem hesitant, gwennig, that is all.

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What's gwennig?

[inafadingcrown]

Ah- forgive me, it is Sindarin. I believe the closest translation would be "maiden."

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Oh... okay.

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I'll help you find the garden but, uh, I dunno about lunch.

[inafadingcrown]

As you wish, little one. You have my thanks either way.