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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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[futurarex]

[he nods in return, in acknowledgement of the title she gives--but then, nearly everyone here seems to have a title, and if they don't, they're somehow proud of the lack.]

Prince Arthur Pendragon, of Camelot. I'd say it was good to meet you, but given the circumstances...

[and, you know. It's not. elves are sort of suspicious.]

[inafadingcrown]

[An understanding smile.] You are well met regardless.