Tirion. Day One.

[ingwiel]

*sits on a bench in the park*

*jots down a few notes in his diary*

This place is scary. But there are nice people here. Mostly other Vanya types.

That King guy is cool. He offered me cigars and stuff. And Mahtan was nice too. Neither of them like the fucker who, incidentally, is still a fucker. And likes that scary baby more than me. Which

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[_kementari]

*strolls through the park in a deliriously good mood*

[ingwiel]

*looks in her direction*

[_kementari]

*spots an unfamiliar face*

*walks over trailing clover*

Hi. New to Tirion? :)

[ingwiel]

*nods*

*eyes widen at the clover trick*

[_kementari]

Welcome, then. :) *smiles*

*crouches down and carefully scrutinizes the blossoms* *makes sure they turned out okay*

[ingwiel]

*is in awe*

[_kementari]

You never know sometimes with the smaller flowers... sometimes they're tricky to get right.

*runs her hand over them*

[ingwiel]

Wow, that's amazing.

[_kementari]

*perks* Glad you like them. *smiles*

Oh. I'm Yavanna, by the way. :) *holds out hand*

[ingwiel]

*awe!* *shakes her hand* I'm Ingwiel.

[_kementari]

Pleased to meet you. :) *shakes*

*ponders the name* No relation to...?

[ingwiel]

*nods* Yeah. I'm his son. :(

[_kementari]

*eyebrows lift*

[ingwiel]

*stares at his feet*

[_kementari]

*catches herself* I'm sorry, I didn't know.

*confused why Ingwë never told her* :S

[ingwiel]

*quietly* No one does, really.