Sweet dreams are made of these...

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

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[faithfulwisdom]

[When Finrod looks over and notices where Nyssa is standing, his expression changes entirely, softening into a smile.]

It is something which is all too easy to forget in our darkest moments.

[He fishes around in a nearby container, pulling out a couple of tinderboxes, before crossing over to Nyssa handing her one.]

You should light one.

[That's apparently what he intends to do. He kneels and pulls a candle out of the box, striking at the flint and sending sparks in its direction.]

[sinuosity]

[ Her eyes narrow for a moment, ascertaining if it's genuine, and when she finds his smile guileless, her expression softens. She does not smile in turn. ]

[ She does as he says, lighting the candle. ]

It is not dark in here. Are these scented?

Nyssa picked the cryptic Elven bullshit box

[faithfulwisdom]

There is light and there is Light.

[He manages, before the light of the candle intensifies, becoming bright enough to be blinding, if only momentarily. When the moment passes, the storehouse is gone and Nyssa will find herself outside in a meadow, observing a conversation.

Finrod is one of the two parties. The other is a human woman, strong and proud, probably somewhere in her late forties. They walk side by side, apparently deep in debate. But the conversation fades in partway through, with the woman obviously distressed.]

Have ye then no hope? [An earnest question from Finrod.]

What is hope? An expectation of good, which though uncertain has some foundation in what is known? Then we have none. [An equally earnest response from the woman.]

That is one thing that Men call 'hope.' 'Amdir' we call it, 'looking up. 'But there is another which is founded deeper. Estel we call it, that is 'trust.' It is not defeated by the ways of the world, for it does not come from experience, but from our nature and first being. If we are indeed the Eruhin, the Children of the One, then He will not suffer Himself to be deprived of His own, not by any Enemy, not even by ourselves.

This is the last foundation of Estel, which we keep even when we contemplate the End: of all His designs the issue must be for His Children's joy. Amdir you have not, you say. Does no Estel at all abide?

[There the conversation fades out again, that blinding light returns, and when it passes, Nyssa is back in the storehouse, candle in hand, with that last sentence still seeming to hang in the air: Does no estel at all abide?.]

of course she did

[sinuosity]

You speak of faith.

[ She hadn't moved or spoken at all save to eavesdrop on the conversation: though the panache of a thief was unnecessary. Their voices had been clear, their sentiment clearer. There is light and then there is Light — Nyssa has lived in the shadows and greys all her life. There is only one kind of light, to her. ]

[faithfulwisdom]

I do. [He gives a slight nod in affirmation.] I have found it vital, both here and in my own world.

[sinuosity]

What can you put faith in, here? We are puppets for these creatures' amusement. There is no way out than anyone knows of.

[faithfulwisdom]

[A wry little smile] Andreth would have said the same. But that is precisely the point, is it not? If I saw the end myself, I would not have need of faith.

Faith is the acknowledgement that there are forces at work in the world far greater than I- and that I cannot possibly see the end of things or know what purpose they may yet serve. And it is trust in He who is the Father of all things.

[sinuosity]

[ There, he hit the nail on the head. There are greater forces, but Ra's al Ghul has always walked amongst them: the movers and shakers. Nyssa frowns. ]

If I saw the end I would imagine myself prepared to face it. [ she huffs ] Faith appears fickle.

[faithfulwisdom]

If faith appears fickle, it is because it is held by imperfect beings. Who among us has had no doubt? Who has not been shaken by life's cruelties? It does not make the effort less worthwhile.