And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[dancingmd]

She gives his hand a small reassuring squeeze as they continue their movements across the dance floor. "That's good because I don't think it's entirely hopeless. Admittedly... I've not seen too many planets in as bad of shape as this but nature is amazingly resilient, if given the chance."

[bythewaves]

"It wants to heal." Maglor agrees with a thankful smile. "It's people do, as well, which is good."

[dancingmd]

"I just hope they can do something soon," she murmurs. "For their sake as well as the planet's."

[bythewaves]

"Aye." Maglor agrees. "There is only so long before it becomes too late."

[dancingmd]

She sighs. "If only there was something we could do to help... but even if we could, Atroma probably will not let us stay here long enough."

[bythewaves]

"Aye." He agrees. "But sometimes all we can do is watch. But there now - we have strayed into dark waters, I am sorry."

[dancingmd]

"It's all right. I seem to be doing that more than I should tonight." She offers a small smile. "Not that I'm not having a good time, mind you."

[bythewaves]

"Good - for my mother would be most upset if I caused the lady to not have a pleasant time!" He smiles back and twirls her.

[dancingmd]

Beverly laughs, following his twirl with grace and ease, not missing a single step. "Well as a mother myself, I can assure you you are being quite the gentleman."

[bythewaves]

He twinkles at her teasingly. "A mother, at your young age? But thank you for saying so."

[dancingmd]

Her mouth quirks in amusement. "Don't make me revise my statement on account of your shameless flattery."

[bythewaves]

He grins back, for a moment young and boyish, not old and tired.

"Yes amil, whatever you say amil"

[dancingmd]

It's nice to see that youthful smile. She'd like it to stay.

"Amil? Does that mean mother?"

[bythewaves]

"It does, yes - specifically, in Quenya, the language of my own people." He shrugs at her wryly. "We like words, we Noldor. You can also use amille, or amme, depending on formality and situation."

[dancingmd]

"So perhaps similar to how we use mom and mommy? With the former being an informal version of mother and the latter being something almost exclusively used by small children?"

[bythewaves]

"Exactly so!" He nods. "Amille is the formal, and amme the child's one."

So yes, he basically called her mom. (It's the red hair)

[dancingmd]

She's okay with being called mom. He's family by extension, after all.

"Amme. Brings back memories of when my son used to call me Mommy, when he was little. Now it's simply Mom."

[bythewaves]

A sad wistful smile.

"I have not seen my mother in... a very long time. I hope... she does well."

[dancingmd]

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to bring up a painful subject for you."

[bythewaves]

"You did not know." He shakes his head. "And I do not mind - it is ... a very old hurt."

[dancingmd]

What is the cause of their separation, she wonders, but dares not ask. Instead, she simply nods. Old hurts are something she's familiar with. "I understand."

[bythewaves]

"Thank you." He smiles at her quietly. "For understanding. And my apologies for bringing such a dark mood."

[dancingmd]

"It's all right. These things can hit you in very unexpected moments, I know."

[bythewaves]

"I seem to only be doing that, tonight." He apologises with a wry smile as the dance ends. "Would you care for a meal or a drink? And we can talk about happier things, if you wish."

[dancingmd]

"I believe I could go for a snack, yes. I've been doing a lot of dancing, it'll probably be good to get off my feet."