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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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[ima_something]

I'm not a watchman.

[there's a stubborn set to her jaw.]

But someone has to.

[sithiche]

Do you intend to police nature for harming mortals as well, then?

[ima_something]

If it was doing it in a way that it shouldn't? Yes, I would.

[she's doing it right now, actually. Or was. Auditors ran the universe, after all.

She just wished it would leave her alone, but it didn't. She had to, just like grandfather had to. End of story.]

[sithiche]

It is your place to dictate what nature should and shouldn't do?

[ima_something]

[There is a long, stony and especially empty silence of anything but her flat and unwavering stare.]


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I do what needs doing.