Legolas has been standing outside closer lake, watching the silent stars with some annoyance. But the sound of the swing catches his attention, and he glances over to her.
There's a moment when she's just being studied thoughtfully, and then a friendly "Are you pondering such deep things?" calls out. He's walking back in her direction.
Kepler's senses may have been blunted by years locked in a cage, but she is a still a werewolf, and a survivor, and so she soon noticed the...personage.
"'Tis a fair way to pass the time, and a fair way to describe it," Legolas acknowledges cheerfully, before dipping a graceful if shallow bow. "Legolas of Mirkwood," he says once he stands straight again, as if he is admitting something.
But there was something too other about him, not to mention that height. She was used to Fireblooded weres being that tall (and taller), not...but he wasn't human, was he? That would explain the odd smell.
Legolas is startled, and laughs brightly. "I must admit that I am relieved to not have been mistaken for a Man," he admits, cheerfully. "I am one of the Firstborn, or Elves. I must apologize, that you are of a race I am unfamiliar with."
"Werewolf. Although, really, I should be a wifewolf, because 'were' is old English for 'man' while 'wife' was old English for 'woman', but that's language for you."
Someone appears to babble when she's slightly nervous. Or at the drop of a hat - she's still not entirely used to actually seeing who she is talking to yet.
After a startled moment (werewolves in Middle-Earth or either evil shapeshifting Maia or large ferocious wolf shaped creatures, and she is clearly not either), Legolas smiles at her. "Aye, 'tis the challenge with language. I myself speak three dialects of Sindarin, and you would not think that a tongue could so easily diverge.
"Is it, then, that you are from England?"
She does not sound like the man he met earlier, but different dialects do happen.
There's a moment when she's just being studied thoughtfully, and then a friendly "Are you pondering such deep things?" calls out. He's walking back in her direction.
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...He had to be taller than Nik&Nine, didn't he?
"Shallow but broad," she replies, promptly.
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what the everlasting fuck?
But there was something too other about him, not to mention that height. She was used to Fireblooded weres being that tall (and taller), not...but he wasn't human, was he? That would explain the odd smell.
"...Kepler," she says, paused mid-swing. "Uh."
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By race he means species.
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Someone appears to babble when she's slightly nervous. Or at the drop of a hat - she's still not entirely used to actually seeing who she is talking to yet.
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"Is it, then, that you are from England?"
She does not sound like the man he met earlier, but different dialects do happen.
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