[The noise, and as such the person was still there, blabbering in their strange accent as Mithiel had to force herself back into her body so she could listen. She blinked, her dry eyes aching at the movement as she turned her head to look at this strange looming figure again.]
Why would I get up? [Despite the dryness of her mouth she still spoke softly and melodically, her words rolling gently off her tongue. There was no bite to her, only confusion. Absently she brushed her dark curls back behind her pointed ear before leaning more heavily against the tree trunk, using it as a chair and comfort all in one as it whispered to her softly on the wind.]
Are you lost? [Why else would a human (she wasn't an elf, anyway) be bothering her? They had their own problems and also had been displaced in the fall of Beleriand.]
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Why would I get up? [Despite the dryness of her mouth she still spoke softly and melodically, her words rolling gently off her tongue. There was no bite to her, only confusion. Absently she brushed her dark curls back behind her pointed ear before leaning more heavily against the tree trunk, using it as a chair and comfort all in one as it whispered to her softly on the wind.]
Are you lost? [Why else would a human (she wasn't an elf, anyway) be bothering her? They had their own problems and also had been displaced in the fall of Beleriand.]