The mountain thrusts up before them like a knife: its peak is silver with ice and sunlight, but the lower slopes are the dull red of dried bloodstains. The path runs before them, narrow and twisting and treacherous, the climb up the steep mountainside sends the horses struggling and sliding toward the darkness beyond the cliff. Snow dusts the
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"Are you all right? I'm not going to hurt you - I'm a healer."
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If Celebrian pays attention, she might notice that her mother is a touch younger than when she last saw her...
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She rests a hand on Galadriel's face and leans her forehead against her mother's, briefly, in greeting. "You must not worry for me," she says, aware that her mother will know, though whether or not she has herself has noticed anything unusual about Galadriel, she doesn't let show.
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She's going to not think about her own issues. Or about the fact that her child's father is not here and she... hm... doesn't care much. Or something.
Ooops? >.< Sorry about that. Kind of got lost in the shuffle.
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Hmmm... I won't be in chat tonight, can you do me a favor and poke Jaenelle's typist?
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Jaenelle blushes slightly, though more than likely it wasn't even meant for her. "I suspect I'm at least partly to blame for that-" Pause, just for a moment; "Would you like to be alone?"
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"It is a very different place from Lórinand, here," she simply says, in a cautious tone, "as far as I can understand it. And as such... "
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And indeed, that's a yes, but a delicate one, one full of friendship and of the knowledge that Jaenelle will understand.
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Should Galie and Bri maybe continue in a journal? This post is getting a bit unwieldy.
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It's there if you want to tag in ^^
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