I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold; (Open)

[inafadingcrown]

Who: Galadriel and you
What: Wandering through the forest because oh, thank God, spring!
When: 4/7, anytime during the day
Where: the...forest
Rating: Can't see this going higher than PG
Notes: Brackets and prose are both fine; I'll switch to match.

It had been too long. Too long since she’d wandered through the woods, too long since she’d felt the grass beneath her bare feet.

Galadriel closed her eyes, letting the warm breeze blow back her hair, breathing in the first scents of spring. She placed a hand on each tree as she passed it, an almost affectionate gesture, making her way deeper into the forest.

At last, when the woods had begun to darken, the small amount of light filtering in through the canopy leaving them in a perpetual twilight, she stopped to rest and take in the stillness, unwilling to venture further- at least today.

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

And now she began to catch on; the names weren't ones she recognized, but they certainly sounded like people one might find in the castle. "Do you speak of humans?"

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

He nods vigorously. "Alien pink monkey friendth!"

[inafadingcrown]

"I see. In that case, I should warn you that many humans will not take well to the comparison. I know you do not intend it to be so, but it may be regarded as insulting."

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

"Why?" He blinks, eyes wide and maybe just a touch too innocent. Then again, he is rather obviously simple. "They are monkeyth. Like we are inthectth."

[inafadingcrown]

But you are clearly not an insect. You speak, you think, you are capable of understanding great complexities. Insects are not. Nor, I think, are monkeys. [Which is precisely the point.]

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

I hatched from an egg! I uthed to have thikth limbth. [He wiggles his fingers like an insect's legs, and then touches his own torso at the side, where an extra pair of legs might have sprouted]

Are they really mad?

[inafadingcrown]

[You know, that news really should startle her more than it does. Two years in Paradisa certainly changes one's expectations.]

Likely not. I imagine most would have voiced their complaints. Yet I would avoid using the term in the future. It is... impolitic.

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

Okay. I'm thorry. [He smiles] Better?

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. [And she returns the smile easily.]