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[bright_daughter]

Edward was seated in a booth, reading a book.
At least he seems to be reading a book.
Eyes moving. And page turning.

There's, also, a girl sitting in the other booth.
Well. On the air, on the top of the other booth's back

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[starrydome]

Elrond has fetched himself a mug of spiced wine from the Bar and looks around for a place to seat. He spots the booth and walks over.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Tall, regal, polite. Dressed in greys and white, with silver stars twinkling in his long, dark hair.

(ooc: slow as mud, hopes that is ok? As for whom - a vampire might be interesting.)

[themidnightson]

[Sounds perfect to me. I'm a Queen of Slowtimes. Also, highly amused as I just finished reading The Hobbit this morning, and I'm leafing my way through The Annotated Hobbit right now.]

Edward had been grateful when Star finally flitted off. There was still a strain there, in that. Her presence. Reminding him too much of the time in Rio. So there's that first. And then. Well. There's a little surprise for asking. People, instinctively give him (all of his kind) wide berth. But it's in a rather contained expression as Edward looked up from his reading.

Paused briefly, unshifted expression all the while, before he shook his head. Finding his manners. "No, it's fine."

[starrydome]

Elrond gets seated. "Thank you," he says.

It's not that he hasn't noticed that something is - strange - about the young Man. It's just that this is Milliways and one must accept a certain level of strangeness.

He takes a small sip of his wine, enjoying the fragrant steam wafting up from the mug.

As he sits there, he just might prove a little difficult to read. Not by design, just by nature.

[themidnightson]

The man himself is, different, as well. At least not in a painful way like some of the Gods and Higher Beings Edward has gotten very used to being around here, but still different. Not human. Or at least. Not human the way most people here, or back home, are.

Edward kept the hold on his book. Still up, still open, but he hadn't hidden behind it yet. "I don't believe we've met before."

[starrydome]

"I believe you are right," Elrond replies with a small smile. "My name is Elrond Halfelven and I am a relatively new guest here."

His eyes are bright and intense.

[themidnightson]

Right. So. First Viola.

And then Elrond.

Apparently, Milliways was throwing books at him now?

Edward's expression hadn't deviated in the milliseconds of internal reaction. He inclined his head, calmly, respectfully, but without any extra show to it, if rather simply taking in the details of the half-elf more carefully, specifically, now.

"Edward Cullen. How long have you been coming to Milliways now?"

[starrydome]

"In my own world it was Fall when I first arrived and the I was awoken by the first snow this morning. So not that long. As for how much time has passed here - " He shrugged.

"And you?"

He is older than he looks, if Elrond is to guess. There is something about his eyes.

(occ: bedtime for me)

[themidnightson]

[Sleep well! <3 Thank you for tagging.]

There really is. Something about his eyes, and his stillness. The life of Man in Edward is but an emulation at the best of times. And he's been through so much in the last half year. Edward's face shifted as he thought about the return of the question. Reflecting.

"By the time at home, it's been a year and three months. By Milliways time, here, it's been almost three now."

[starrydome]

"It is a strange thing," Elrond mused. "How one may grow and change on the inside and yet return to a home unchanged or changed very little."

At this time in his life, he enjoys it. Uses it even, as a way to stretch all the time he has left in the world he knows. Before it is time to depart.

[themidnightson]

"It affords much in its incredibly unorthodox means," Edward offered, rather evenly. Choosing to lower the book so the bottom of it rested on the table, still open, but down.

[starrydome]

He sees the gesture and takes it to mean that the aloof young Man (or something like, but not quite) isn't set strongly against company.

"Once you realize how to utilize it."

[themidnightson]

Edward nodded, "And respect it. Or at least acknowledge it for what it is, if respect itself cannot be given."

[starrydome]

"One should always respect powers outside of one's own control. Anything else would be foolish."

[themidnightson]

"You will find several people who don't concern themselves with what is sensible or foolish, because of what it simply can do." It's not so much him, even if he has had several reason for Milliways to have tested any respect he had for it, too.

[starrydome]

Elrond shrugs. "That seems to be the case quite often." He has, of course, a specific example fresh in mind. "Sometimes, it takes a longer perspective to see these things."

His guess is that the youngster in front of him is nowhere near as young as he looks. That would explain his words. Not that it would be the only possible explanation of course.

[themidnightson]

"Quite true."

Time, more than anything else, educated well.