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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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First Mingle Post

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[mistyday]

Gratefulness. Not a sentiment that many seemed to feel towards her. Brief flashes of faces from home cross the link between them: Madison who became her enemy; Joan who only grew more hateful and suspicious; Kyle who would trust no one but Zoe; a crowd with their torches and guns... time after time her gifts are rejected. So she buries herself in his gratitude and says, "I've never been very good at doing what I should."

[bythewaves]

Grief, answers her, a sorrow for losses she should not have had to bear.

(An echo, swiftly suppressed, of the dead and gone - Maedhros and Celegorm and Caranthir and Curufin and the Ambarussa, the family who left him behind)

Sympathy

"Perhaps - or perhaps you have always done as you should, but not as everyone else thought you ought."

[mistyday]

"Problem is, sometimes I get the two confused."

[bythewaves]

"Nothing wrong with that, so long as you can live with yourself afterwards, I think."

[mistyday]

"Don't think I'll get much chance to live with myself if I go back."

[bythewaves]

He starts at that, frowning.

(Fury, swiftly supressed, that any would wish harm on one so kind)

"That is ill news, milady."

[mistyday]

Fury. When she feels that, she feels fire, flames dancing at her bound feet. But that feeling is soon replaced by another: the cold, cold sinking into Hell, her body left behind and she's trapped.

"If I could just remember - maybe then I could save myself."

[bythewaves]

Maglor pales, and the mental sense of him snarls protectively, a predator circling her to ward away her foes.

"I would you did not have to save yourself at all, lady."

[mistyday]

She's surprised by the protectiveness, but she doesn't pull away from it either. It's just... strange, when she's always had to take care of herself.

"Don't think anyone else can do this for me. Kinda the point of the test."

[bythewaves]

"It often is." He says begrudgingly. "But it does not make me like such tests any more, nor lessen the wish to aid you."

[mistyday]

"That's there, and this is here. Nothing we can do about there and I'm happy here so you don't gotta worry about me, even if it is real sweet that you do."

[bythewaves]

"You have been kind to me, milady - offered me a smile when many offered me only rejection. I think such a light as you ought well to be preserved."

[mistyday]

Well now that makes her blush and she ducks her head. It's bad enough to get compliments from someone like Remy but from Maglor! She's still a little in awe of him and doesn't quite feel equal to him. "Thank you," is all she can think to say.

[bythewaves]

He smiles back at her and tugs her deeper into the forest, looking for the source of the Song he hears.

[mistyday]

Misty follows willingly, feeling small snatches of the Song through him. There's a sense of welcoming about it and she'd like to hear more but she don't know if she can. Either way, she is eager to see where Maglor is leading her.

[bythewaves]

He leads her carefully, mindful of the fact that she is mortal, not elven, but they pass through the wood with surprising speed, for all that, always heading deeper.

He stops when they reach the Tree.

"Oh!"

It is Life, and it is Joy, and he heeds not the tears on his face.

[mistyday]

The closer they get, the more she can feel it, the Song, as Maglor calls it, even if she can't hear it. The forest is filled with light and love and all sorts of good vibes, magnified by her connection to Maglor. She, too, gasps upon first sight of it.

"It's beautiful!"

[bythewaves]

"It is." He breathes and squeezes her hand, lifting his voice in answer, a joyful chorus of welcome once heard in the courts of the King when he was younger.

"Shall we go closer?"

[mistyday]

When he sings back, Misty stares up at him in wonder. He's beautiful too, in the way that the tree is - it's not a beauty she desires, just one she admires. That he is sharing this moment with her means a lot and her smile can't be contained.

"Oh yes! I think it wants us to!"

[bythewaves]

Maglor would only flush shyly at her if told - as far as he is concerned, he is quite plain, really, compared to many of his relatives.

"It does seem eager." He smiles back at her, earlier shadows all washed away by the simple aliveness of this place. "Come on - let us see if it has anything in particular to say."

[mistyday]

Too late, Maglor - you've already won her loyalty and she will always argue that you are the most beautiful elf. This time, she leads him, tugging him towards the tree and basking in its glow as she places a palm on the white bark. "What's it saying?"

[bythewaves]

He really really isn't! He will introuduce her to his relatives so she can see - his brother, for example...


Maglor shakes his head. "I cannot hear it that clearly, but - 'welcome', I think."

[mistyday]

She smiles. "Maybe we should sing back to it?"

[bythewaves]

He chuckles softly.

"It is certainly worth the attempt - would you like to go first?"

[mistyday]

Misty blushes. "Oh I don't know what I would sing. You better start!"