[Her words quiet down as they leave the blinding sands and pass into a civilisation unlike any she has seen. He is clearly a prince of some kind, maybe a king? Is that why he had been looking at her so strangely? Humans did stoop and bow quite a lot around royalty – or so she had been told – perhaps his people were like that and the fact she had remained upright disturbed him.
More than ever she wished she could understand their language. She could be walking into danger and not know it. Not that she was much safer out amongst sand, nary a tree to be seen. The one that her strange companion brings her too looks like he could be one of her own people.
Until he doesn’t. Until his voice turns to such a pitch that while the words escape her, she cannot help but shrink behind her golden companion, her breath quickening even though she does not try to run or even speak. Her heart is still racing when this new stranger turns his attention to her and she cannot hide anymore.
She bends when he seems to ask it of her, wondering if he knows how to share minds and if he thinks that will help, but she feels magic rush over her, feels it along her faintly shimmering skin and then she can not just hear him but understand. Huh!]
He’s afraid I will talk too much. Little does he know I could have been singing instead. [Yes, yes she does understand.]
I am Mithiel, of Doriath. [a beat passes, she frowns and sadness fills her expression.] Formally of Doriath, currently of nowhere.
Are you both Maiar? [They feel different to her queen but also from each other, which she barely keeps herself from saying as it seems rude and she would prefer to not have their anger aimed at her.]
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More than ever she wished she could understand their language. She could be walking into danger and not know it. Not that she was much safer out amongst sand, nary a tree to be seen. The one that her strange companion brings her too looks like he could be one of her own people.
Until he doesn’t. Until his voice turns to such a pitch that while the words escape her, she cannot help but shrink behind her golden companion, her breath quickening even though she does not try to run or even speak. Her heart is still racing when this new stranger turns his attention to her and she cannot hide anymore.
She bends when he seems to ask it of her, wondering if he knows how to share minds and if he thinks that will help, but she feels magic rush over her, feels it along her faintly shimmering skin and then she can not just hear him but understand. Huh!]
He’s afraid I will talk too much. Little does he know I could have been singing instead. [Yes, yes she does understand.]
I am Mithiel, of Doriath. [a beat passes, she frowns and sadness fills her expression.] Formally of Doriath, currently of nowhere.
Are you both Maiar? [They feel different to her queen but also from each other, which she barely keeps herself from saying as it seems rude and she would prefer to not have their anger aimed at her.]