Lights and Sounds

[forever_witch]

Who: C.C. and whoever.
What: Basically C.C. is looking at all the lights outside and seeing what the stores have out. Join her,  I want interaction!
Style: However you respond.
Status: Open. This girl needs to talk to people.
Where: Around Espoir and near the Castle, wherever you see decorations.
When: Early evening. It's dark already.

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[lindale_tano]

Maglor was wandering. It was not an unusual activity for him, as he had been doing little but wander over the past age. But he was wandering Somarium for a different reason entirely. This world was foreign, alien to him, and he still had yet to get any satisfactory answers as to what, exactly, was going on.

As he wandered amongst buildings, sharp grey eyes taking in everything around him, he of course could not help but notice the lights. It was very unusual, and he was uncertain what to think of this. So many uncertainties...Was this a punishment for what he had done? But if so, why had he been left, undisturbed, by the seashore for so very long?

Harp tucked under his arm, Maglor continued, walking lightly on top of the snow, his boots not sinking into the white substance at all. He was, of course, unbothered by the weather, being an elf, and so he wore what he had arrived in: a simply tunic and breeches, his long hair loose around his shoulders.

He paused for a slight moment when he noticed the girl--her hair was...green?--but perhaps she would have answers. So he approached, footsteps silent on the snow.

[forever_witch]

C.C. was content to watch the sky above her. As centuries rolled by it was always different. Turning briefly she noticed him. Anyone else might have been surprised but not C.C.

Instead she merely turned, hair swaying in the wintery wind. "You've haven't been here long." Was all she said, not a question, more of a statement. She had a knack for figuring things out. When you're as old as she is you tend to know things.

[lindale_tano]

Maglor was unconcerned about how much she seemed to know. He briefly wondered how she knew, but the thought flitted away, and he deemed it unimportant. What was most important was to discover answers, though...truly, those answers would change little. Was he so eager to return to his purgatory? Maglor was uncertain.

Still, he nodded, stepping forward to stop before her, on top of the snow. "That is correct. I have been told that this world is called Somarium, but I am afraid I know little more than that."

He paused, sweeping sharp eyes over the other quickly. "But as you appear to have been here far longer than me, perhaps you are able to give me some answers, if you will."

[forever_witch]

She took her time, calmly observing him. "A world of dreams. Your actual body is asleep, and no matter how long you're here, no time passes from the point you arrive here from the point you return."

[lindale_tano]

The elf took this in silently, watching her with an unreadable expression. He had often walked the path of Elven Dreams, for all elves dreamed in such a way, but he was quickly realizing that this was something entirely different. He nodded once to show he understood, before continuing his questioning.

"Why are we here?"

To him, this was an essential question. Had Manwë mandated this? Was it the Valar's way of punishing him? It was possible, and yet...It did not feel like a proper punishment.