Mar 26, 2009 18:56
[Her voice is higher, sweeter, not yet roughened by maturity or hard use. Her words slide gracefully off her tongue. And there is the sound of boots on pavement, in a staggered rhythm. She's skipping.]
Ta ná calwa arya sinaurë! Ai, Azirael? Oi! Lael! L--Laelaithalas? Azirael?
...Hata?
[The last is more cautious, quieter.]
Aiyaaa?
pffft silly humans,
where is here?,
not lecherous not old still an elf,
not this again,
with the elvish
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Can you teach me?
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Tanzaku town?
U-um, I don't know actually. I'm not sure were this is.
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Ah, you are not... one of them, are you? The Fírimar?
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I am Janos Audron.
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You are not human too, are you?
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Miss Avari - are you well?
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