She might feel more defensive if she ever held any notion that Celegorm may have held her in esteem, or if she cared if he did, but she was not quite that naive and so his scoff merely makes her brow rise just slightly before she forces her face to settle on a more neutral expression.
Perhaps the bird still understood a danger she did not entirely grasp, for though in the distance she saw a dart of red and heard another soft song it did not come with her like it had all of yesterday and the morning, as if waiting for her to play chase with it. It did not seem to wait as it had the last month on the edge of the forest, daring her to come out of her homeland and taste the wide world for the first time since before the girdle was made. Instead, it flitted away out of even elvish sight with one last call, perhaps a farewell.
Laeduilin, she repeated in her mind, wishing to add it to her sketches tucked away in her satchel but sensing now was not the time and place with his gaze so firmly upon her.
'Thank you, once more, for saving me and for sharing the name of my fleeting friend.' for she would not stop trying to befriend them, it was against her nature to not want to know all that she could of the world. Perhaps he would take her thanks to heart this time and know she was not one to lie or mock. She had never lived in a world where these skills were needed.
Looking again at the ground, at the hounds, the horse and his lord-master Mithiel decided then that if she did not go down of her own accord he may grow tired and force her to the ground by one means or another so at last she jumped off the branch and landed effortlessly in the circle of hounds. Immediately, Mithiel missed the extra height. She was tall enough compared to some but for an elf she had always felt small, and now smaller still on the ground with no excuse to climb the tree again or otherwise flee from all the eyes set upon her.
'I am Mithiel,' she says, at last, not asking him his name both because she was sure she knew it, and that if he had wanted to offer it he likely would have already. 'In case you wish to tell of the foolish woman who would go alone to speak to strange creatures, as if the world were safe, who you saved from herself on your hunt.'
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Perhaps the bird still understood a danger she did not entirely grasp, for though in the distance she saw a dart of red and heard another soft song it did not come with her like it had all of yesterday and the morning, as if waiting for her to play chase with it. It did not seem to wait as it had the last month on the edge of the forest, daring her to come out of her homeland and taste the wide world for the first time since before the girdle was made. Instead, it flitted away out of even elvish sight with one last call, perhaps a farewell.
Laeduilin, she repeated in her mind, wishing to add it to her sketches tucked away in her satchel but sensing now was not the time and place with his gaze so firmly upon her.
'Thank you, once more, for saving me and for sharing the name of my fleeting friend.' for she would not stop trying to befriend them, it was against her nature to not want to know all that she could of the world. Perhaps he would take her thanks to heart this time and know she was not one to lie or mock. She had never lived in a world where these skills were needed.
Looking again at the ground, at the hounds, the horse and his lord-master Mithiel decided then that if she did not go down of her own accord he may grow tired and force her to the ground by one means or another so at last she jumped off the branch and landed effortlessly in the circle of hounds. Immediately, Mithiel missed the extra height. She was tall enough compared to some but for an elf she had always felt small, and now smaller still on the ground with no excuse to climb the tree again or otherwise flee from all the eyes set upon her.
'I am Mithiel,' she says, at last, not asking him his name both because she was sure she knew it, and that if he had wanted to offer it he likely would have already. 'In case you wish to tell of the foolish woman who would go alone to speak to strange creatures, as if the world were safe, who you saved from herself on your hunt.'