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[It seems that perhaps we should speak,] Isibel says to Lycaelon. She wishes him a cup of tea, wherever he is, hovering in the air waiting for him to take it. [Though I confess I do not know where to begin.]

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From:

thinklikethis

The Sandy-elf is sitting on a tree stump with a small piece of wood and a tiny knife, carving something. He doesn't seem to notice Elspeth's arrival at all.

From:

her_imperial_radiance

Elspeth has lots of little tricks. Rather than say something and startle him, she just...

Advertises her presence.

From:

thinklikethis

Intent on his carving, he still doesn't acknowledge her presence. A long thin curl of wood comes away from the piece; he inhales, flicks the shaving off onto the ground, exhales, studies the result, and looks up.

"...Um," he says, blinking, and continues hesitantly: "I See you."

From:

her_imperial_radiance

Elspeth grins. "I See you too." (This is who she is and why she's here -)

From:

thinklikethis

The elf stares.

From:

her_imperial_radiance

Elspeth tucks some of her hair behind her ear and smiles.

From:

thinklikethis

He eyes her rather as though he is afraid she might eat him.

From:

her_imperial_radiance

"I won't hurt you."

From:

thinklikethis

"That... makes good hearing," he says cautiously. "Um. My name is Sandalon."

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her_imperial_radiance

"And you already know who I am," replies Elspeth.

From:

thinklikethis

Which apparently leaves him at something of a conversational loss.

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her_imperial_radiance

"I can just go try telling Sarion that you won't mess up her world if given the chance, and see if it comes out all sparkly-true," says Elspeth, "but that's more likely to produce conclusive results if you give me some information to work with. I can only produce sourceless truth on an unreliable basis."

From:

thinklikethis

"Um," says Sandalon. "I... don't know what to tell you."

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her_imperial_radiance

Elspeth taps her chin. "Not asking elves questions is hard," she comments.

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thinklikethis

"It comes easier with practice," he murmurs.

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her_imperial_radiance

"Probably. I haven't had much. Isibel doesn't mind being asked questions and she doesn't bring any of her elf friends to parties."

From:

thinklikethis

"I have never," he says, "met Isibel Sarion."

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her_imperial_radiance

"Well, people are allowed to ask her questions. And she has interesting friends from other worlds. And she considers this entire world to be her responsibility and she will be embarrassed in front of all her interesting otherworldly friends if one of its population acquires a minted dragon and does anything destructive to or with her before she can put a stop to it."

Edited Date: 2013-09-25 12:25 am (UTC)

From:

thinklikethis

"I do not want a dragon, in mint or any other flavour," Sandalon says plaintively. "I want to live by myself and make beautiful things and not be especially remembered by history."

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her_imperial_radiance

"She doesn't seem to want you very much, either, and we aren't positive that you'd Bond if you met anyway, but we've seen copies of you three times before and copies of her three times before and they always show up together."

From:

thinklikethis

"Then—if it is a matter of fate—" He bites his lip, then bursts out, "It would be good to know of your courtesy what you expect me to do about any of it!"

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her_imperial_radiance

"I'm here to learn enough to have a better chance of saying accurately whether it'll be okay or not," says Elspeth. "If you don't have any idea then you can't tell me, I suppose, maybe Sarion will just have to disappoint the dragon." She hmmms. "I could," she says, "invite one of you here in case that would be any help."