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[broodingelf]

An(other) Elf, yes. This one comes walking out from the trees, looking as though he's come walking a long way: his clothes (modern, denim and cotton) are worn and dusty, his hair wind-tangled. What he doesn't look is surprised to be here. It might seem familiar -- after a point everything begins to seem familiar -- more likely, he's just been

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[gypsysorceress]

*Esmeralda likes people who like travellers. And so, when she sees Maglor by the lake, and goes to sit next to him, a spring in her step, the coins in her hair jingling a bit* Hello.

[broodingelf]

*well, this one isn't obviously imaginary, at least, but we're not making any assumptions just yet. He inclines his head* Good evening.

[gypsysorceress]

*cheerful enough* And good evening to you. The sun is pretty at this time of day, isn't it?

[broodingelf]

*weather being a quite comforting topic right now, and the sun actually being quite pretty, have a small quarter-smile* It is, it is. Have you come from the house?

[gypsysorceress]

*She nods* Have you? You seem rather as if you came from the forest.

[broodingelf]

*looks down at his very traveling clothes* I did indeed. I've found all this quite by accident.

[gypsysorceress]

*she smiles* That's fortunate, then. *pause* You must be hungry.

[broodingelf]

*he ducks his head, acknowledging the gesture* Not very, truthfully. *as while Elves certainly need to eat, it's not really as urgent as with humans* Is it fortune?

[gypsysorceress]

That you found this place? Certainly, so, I imagine.

[broodingelf]

Fate, maybe. *hooray for predestination!*

[gypsysorceress]

Isn't that the same as fortune?

[broodingelf]

Fortune has nicer connotations.

[gypsysorceress]

I suppose. *she doesn't really see the difference, and so changes the subject* What do you do, when you're not wandering about?