And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[mistyday]

"Powers of the world?" She tilts her head curiously. "What're those?"

[bythewaves]

"In my world we call them the Valar and their servants the Maiar - collectively, they are the Ainur, the Holy Ones - those who built the world in the beginning, and for love bound themselves to it, so that it sustains themas they sustain it."

[mistyday]

"So like... angels or something?"

[bythewaves]

"I fear I do not know what angels are, but if you think them similar, I would assume so."

Totally like angels.

[mistyday]

"They're like... God's helpers. They watch over us."

[bythewaves]

Maglor considers that and then nods.

"Very like, I think. Did you meet them in your world too?"

[mistyday]

"Oh no, I've never seen one, much less met them. I just know they're there."

[bythewaves]

"Oh?" He tips his head curiously. "How do you know? Can you sense them?"

[mistyday]

"Sorta. It's more like I get this nice feeling wash over me when I'm scared or sad or lonely than that I can feel a person, exactly." She wrinkles her nose. "It's hard to explain, but I know it to be true in my heart."

[bythewaves]

"Oh I see!" He hums. "It sounds as if you are....mm, sensitive to their presence, I 6is the best explanation. It must be a very helpful thing, in trying times."

[mistyday]

She nods. "Sometimes I waver though and don't believe. But I always come back."

[bythewaves]

"It can be hard to hold hope." Maglor murmurs softly. "I am glad you have been able to find yours."

[mistyday]

Finally daring to move closer, Misty sits in front of Maglor, her face full of compassion as she looks up at him. "You been hurt too." It's not a question, for she knows it must be true. "I'm sorry."

[bythewaves]

He smiles at her - a little wistful, a little sad, but mostly tired.

"Do not be - my pains are mostly my own fault."

[mistyday]

"Don't mean they don't hurt any less."

[bythewaves]

"No." He agrees quietly. "But one grows... accustomed."

[mistyday]

"Music helps, though, doesn't it?"

[bythewaves]

"A little, I suppose." He shrugs quietly. "For me, at least. I suppose it is different for everyone."

[mistyday]

"Oh it helps me a lot. Especially when it's got magic in it, like yours or Stevie's."

[bythewaves]

He smiles again at that. "Ah now, I am only a simple bard - I am glad you hear something in it, but there is no magic in what I do, only a wish for better things."

[mistyday]

"If you say so." She looks doubtful, but she won't argue neither.

"Say, what's your name anyway?"

[bythewaves]

"Ah, now I have been most rude, I see - forgive me! Maglor, at your service, lady. Might I have the pleasure of your name, as well?"

[mistyday]

"Misty! Misty Day." She smiles. "Do you know you sound just like a prince out of a fairy tale or something? Are you?"

[bythewaves]

"Well met, Misty Day." He smiles, but it falters, briefly, at her next words.

A prince, yes - he was that once, wasn't he? A prince, a king, a captain.

Oath-sworn, Thrice-damned, Dispossessed.

Not long. Just the barest flicker, the tiniest crack in the mask.

"Not I! I am but a simple bard, nothing more than that."

[mistyday]

If she notices the flicker, she doesn't mention it. "Oh. Well, bards are good too! Maybe even better than princes! Will you sing some more?