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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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[deadelfwalking]

[he shrugs. Fear just ain't much of a thing when you're dead.]

Not generous. Simply not concerned.

[inafadingcrown]

[A light chuckle] Very well, then. May I ask the name of my unconcerned benefactor?

[deadelfwalking]

Koltira Deathweaver. And you, my lady?

[inafadingcrown]

Lady Galadriel. [A little dip of her head.] It is a pleasure.

[deadelfwalking]

[actual nobility, eh. He thought as much, given her bearing.] Forgive me if I'm being forward, but--you are some manner of elf as well, are you not?

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a little twist to her smile- a bit of quiet amusement.]

If you had not broached the subject, I might have asked you the same. Yes, I am.