The fire of their hearts was young (open)

[inafadingcrown]

Date & Time: Starting Jan 19th, extending a couple of days. Vague vaguery
Location: See subsections
Characters: Aged-down Galadriel (AKA Artanis) and whoever
Summary: Artanis attempts to explore Exsilium and wrap her head around everything that's going on.

[To say that Artanis was not pleased with these developments would be an understatement. She’s found herself thrust into a strange world- yet another set of customs and rules she would have to learn- told that she’s to fight someone else’s war, and then comes across a child who is convinced that she is her mother.

It’s been a long day.

So, after ensuring that Celebrían was well cared for, she set out to explore Exsilium- a task that will occupy her for the next few days.]

[ooc: This is Galadriel (although she hasn't been named that yet) aged down to sometime during her first few months in Doriath. Using the same account and icons because lol immortality. Sections up.]

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

It is, I think, though it seems strange to me still.

[werycherk]

[He considers this for a few moments, and the idea of it being strange is what's strange to him, and maybe a little sad.]

So there aren't any wolves or bears, or birds or even deer or anything where you're from?

[inafadingcrown]

There are, though they remain wolves, bears, birds, and deer; they do not change form.

[werycherk]

That's weird. The elders say everything with fur or feathers that's big enough has people like us. I wonder why there aren't any.

[The thinking he's doing on the topic is a pretty effective distraction from his distress though.]