Video - Both Courts

[bethmoras]

[ The feed flickers on, displaying an elf seated in one of the more comfortable seats that the library of Caer Glaem has to offer. Nuada is garbed in his customary black, pale hair hanging loosely over his shoulders, and stares straight at the locket. ]

Good day, gentlefolk. I seek the fell beast known as Greenleaf. If you are near the environs of Caer Glaem, my lord, I can be found in the library. I would like to meet you.

[ And now that the invitation (or challenge, depending on point of view) is out of the way: ]

I also seek stories, or information, from those who may share their worlds with my kind. My name is Nuada Silverlance, son of King Balor, of the Clan Bethmoora. Some of my people - our gods - fled from home many years ago, and I have long searched for their location.

Therefore, if anyone would like to share their legends, I would be a most appreciative audience.

[ The feed shuts off a moment later. ]

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[undividing]

I shall ever be able to do that, my brother. Especially when your heart sits so lightly within you. [ it's been a long time since he's felt like this to her. ]

I did not think to find kin here. I would be glad to do so. .. Perhaps it's time I left these rooms.

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[bethmoras]

[ His expression brightens instantly, Legolas forgotten for the moment. ]

Oh, please do. We are not home, alas, but the castle and the grounds and many of the inhabitants are pleasant.

[ As long as you ignore the humans, which he is doing for the most part. ]

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[undividing]

I miss feeling the world around me. Fortifications such as these, however opulent, are cold comfort.

[ she smiles, small and a little fragile. as much as she loves her brother and as much as this world has repaired between them, she's still.. ever so slightly hesitant. ]

.. Would you accompany me? I would like to see the wonders you have discovered for myself, rather than sensing them through you.

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[bethmoras]

They are, but there is a whole world out there - living, breathing, unsullied by human hands.

[ Mostly unsullied. There are settlements and cities and castles, of course, but not to the extent of their own world. ]

It would be an honor to escort you, my sister. You need not even ask.

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[undividing]

[ her smile warms, fingers lifting to tuck her hair back behind an ear. ]

And what would you wish to show me first?

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[bethmoras]

The grounds just outside the castle. None of them decay or cry out from centuries of torment.

It is a lovely song.