[Open: Aredhel] 342 days without accident

[arid_white_lady]

It's been almost a year since she was officially widowed. To some, it might be time enough to mourn and move on, but elves' lives are so very long that a year only feels like a pale fraction of eternity to them

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[winterfell_lady]

[arid_white_lady]

One snowball is thrown, before Aredhel can stop it, but the girls are already running, feet light on the snow, laughing. "A baby, it's a baby!" one of them calls.

Thankfully, the girls don't have their father and mother's aim yet, and so it's more than likely that the attack was more ridiculous than threatening.

"So it is," Aredhel replies. She crosses the distance to greet Catelyn properly, smiling wide. "It's a lovely day, if cold, aye?"

So long as it's not windy, she won't be reminded of the Helkaraxë, of how her sister-in-law fell to her death, or how she almost lost her brother Turukano that day.

[winterfell_lady]

[arid_white_lady]

"There was no snow in Valinor," Aredhel replies, "and it first came to us in Beleriand, on the wings of the Enemy's hatred."

She looks up, though, as if sniffing the wind.

"This is not his, though - we are safe."

Meanwhile, the girls are chuckling and tugging at Catelyn's skirt. "We want to play with you and with the baby!"

[killedthesnake]

Neville is returning to the Mansion from the greenhouse, a small conifer tree in a pot in his arms. He plans to put it into his bedroom and decorate it for the upcoming holidays, but seeing the twins, he thinks he might give it to them instead so they can do the same. He has a few others this size after all. "Hello, hello!" he calls on approach. He adores Aredhel and her twins, especially since he's watched the girls so often.

[arid_white_lady]

"Eldandil!" There's a cry of joy, and then, well, it's quite simple, Neville is going to get tackle-glomped by two little elvish girls, under the bemused and amused eye of their mother.

It's possible the pot will fly - if so, though, Aredhel will catch it.

[killedthesnake]

Elandil. Neville does love to hear them speak in their native tongue. And he loves how happy they sound to see him. He doesn't expect the tiny tackles though, so it's a good thing that Aredhel is able to catch the pot. As soon as he realizes he's going to lose his grip, he does push it away from his body so it doesn't injure either of the twins.

They'll find themselves wrapped in a warm hug. " Hirie! And Alquie! Are you having fun?"

He'll give Aredhel a grateful look for catching the plant.

[arid_white_lady]

"We are now!" the girls exclaim excitedly. And one of them duely informs Neville, "Uncle Moryo has a baby coming!" Yeah, they must have got that wrong. "Atan babies are weird," the other twin adds, utterly unaware of how offensive that would be if she was an adult.

"Now now, girls," their mother says, chuckling as she pads over the snow with a warm, amused smile. "Elandil will find you rather rambunctious. Pay niceties, princesses."

And so they do, giggling all the while, after Aredhel comes to return the plant to Neville and kiss his brow. "How have you been, my love?"

It's platonic love, but all the same - he's been as close to a father as the girls could have, blood uncle-cousins excepted.

[ofsandandstone]

Lystra's taking Tyan out to play in the snow (or so she says; she's also planning to play in the snow herself), and she's pleased to run into somebody she knows.

"Aredhel!" she calls, smiling.

[arid_white_lady]

The girls are focused on their fort, and so Aredhel comes to greet Lystra instead. "Lystra, it has been a time," she says, and she will touch her arm, then greet Tyan properly.

"Have you been well?"

[ofsandandstone]

"I've been fine," Lystra says, beaming. "Isn't the snow wonderful?"

[arid_white_lady]

"It most certainly is," Aredhel agrees. The girls grin, and start dancing on the snow.

"Did you have it in your homeland?"

[alpha_son]

It might seem otherwise, but Lukas and Anita aren't truly together every moment of every day. Lukas steps outdoors into the snow, a scarf around his neck with the intent of going for a run. He'd planned to shift once he was in the forest, but seeing Aredhel and her daughters gives him pause. He stops to smile and say hello.

[arid_white_lady]

Ah, Lukas. We know you're quick and likely to dodge - that's a good thing, because there's a triple snowball attack on its way to you! Two of the senders don't have great aim... the third, though... ah, she's teasing like one does a trusted partner in crime.

[bending_earth]

Toph is growing accustomed to all the snow, even if she's not liking it. Lin takes great delight though, in the shiny tufts of ice, and so Toph takes her for walks daily, to enjoy it. Lin is on her hip as she approaches Aredhel and her daughters. She recognizes their voices while still some distance away, and offers a wave to the family as she covers the distance between.

[arid_white_lady]

"Bender!" the girls come calling to Toph, laughing. There's no snow thrown beyond a sprinkle and some giggles, and Arehel herself comes to greet both mother and child.

"I rejoice to see you again," she replies, and here is a double meaning here, of course. She'll lean her forehead on the other woman's, in typical elven greeting fashion. "Are you and the babe well?"