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[ when the video begins, there's a woman peering into it. she's a contrast to her brother-- all pale gold and ivory, soft and a little ethereal. she hesitates a brief moment, then sits back, folding her hands lightly together in her lap. ]

Good day. My apologies for not introducing myself before now. I have been.. recovering. [ from what, well, it's not something she's sharing. she offers a small smile, though, entire face seeming to brighten with it. ] I believe my brother has already made quite an impression, though, so perhaps it's time. My name is Nuala, twin to Prince Nuada and daughter of King Balor of Clan Bethmoora. Our people have long been called elves, and it is with that thought in mind that--in particular--I wish to hail our otherworld kin. [ her smile widens faintly, and she has to duck her head for a moment, fingertips coming to her lips as if a little overwhelmed. she takes a breath, then, and lifts her chin again. ]

I beg your pardon. I am simply.. very glad. .. Which is not to say that I am not equally glad to meet those of other races, mortal and otherwise.

[ she presses her fingertips together in her lap, glancing down at them briefly as she considers what else she wants to say. ]

If I might also inquire.. is there a need for healers? I typically work with the land, but.. it feels relatively healthy here. The bodies of people, then-- though I must confess that my strength is not currently what it was. [ a brief pause, then a polite bow of her head. ] Thank you for your time. [ and the feed ends. ]

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[Woah, she looks so amazing . . . Dorian responds after he is done being mesmerized by the strange and awesome sight, but a little shyly.] You heal, Your Highness? May I ask . . . how it is that you heal, with magic? By what principles, I mean, in what manner.

Some races call it magic, yes. [ she smiles again, encouraging. ] It is simply.. natural to my people, though it does take training to master its usage. You are a magic-user, yourself?

No! No, no, I have no magic, nothing magical about me in the slightest. [He tries, okay.] I was only curious about . . . about the principles behind healing.

[ he's so flustered. it's.. strangely sweet. ]

It would be difficult for me to explain, unfortunately. Better that I should show you, should we have chance to meet. [ a beat, head tilting faintly, blinking curiously. ] .. Ah, but you have yet to introduce yourself.

[Oh no! He has no social graces! He is a social failure. But he remembers what Aster told him, and he forces himself to take it with less fluster than usual. Or he tries at least.] Ah, my apologies. Um, my name is Dorian Gray. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Your Highness.

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, as well, Master Gray. You needn't apologize. If anything, I am sorry if I've unbalanced you at all. [ her smile returns, then. ] May I ask about your interest in magic?

[She's so nice. And he doesn't want to lie to her. But he doesn't want to say "I accidentally sold my soul and now I'm trying to figure out how that even works because seriously this is weird so I'm basically stumbling in the dark trying to work this out." So he is even more flustered, and shy and shameful, as he bows his head.] It . . . is for a friend. Who has newly discovered a magical element in his life. It is an academic interest.

[A+.]

A friend. [ her smile says she isn't quite fooled. ] Well, I would be only too glad to speak to you for the sake of your friend, though this is a conversation likely better had in person.

[no SHE IS TOTALLY FOOLED HE IS A CUNNING LIAR] Ah, perhaps in the library? If you are of Caer Glaem.

My Lady Nuala, I am a friend of your brother. Thranduil, Elvenking of the Maechenibryth in the Southern Greenwood.

[ He has a weakness for the beautiful and, as otherworldly as Nuada's Elvenkind are, it is Nuala instead of her brother who turns out to be more visibly captivating. White-gold stretched over a warm regard, spun into silks; in the same way her twin is refreshingly competent with a blade to look upon, Nuala is like a lovely glimpse of summer. ]

I invite you both to my home for a feast in the latter days of this month, if you might find yourself free to attend.

[ her smile returns, nearly breathless with pleasure, gold darkening across her cheekbones and up into the curve of her ears. ]

My brother did speak of you, I think. I am so very pleased to meet you, Your Majesty. [ it's been so long since their people flourished, and to meet kin, however distantly related-- and so different in some ways. what striking eyes.

the smile softens, then, small and warm and grateful. ] I would be only too glad to attend, and I expect that my brother will wish to escort me. [ it's been many years since she had cause to celebrate, but this? this.. second chance.. ] May I ask? Is this your native world, Your Majesty?

The pleasure is mine, Your Highness. Of course, you must both be my guests with the appropriate rooms. Your brother, I feel, would still prefer to stay close to his sibling even in an Elven fortress.

[ No harm is meant to come to them, but Nuada does seem the protective type and Thranduil wants them as comfortable as possible. No waves.

His own gaze is the grey-blue of spring skies, clear of frost and a mild though bright contrast to the golden depths of hers. Cousin, he called Nuada, and he thinks the same of her too. ]

It is not, I come from what is widely known as Middle-Earth. Rhovanion was the great forestland, and Eryn Lasgalen the woodland proper where I made my Halls. My son is here too, Legolas, whom you will undoubtedly meet at the festivities if not now at Caer Glaem. He is recently returned, and rests there.

[ her smile shifts, ever-so-slightly troubled for a brief moment, before it returns to its same warmth. ] My brother has ever been protective of me. My gifts are.. less martial than his.

[ and can often leave her vulnerable. not to mention the bond they share-- closer than siblings, closer than lovers. she'd feared it when he'd returned from exile, when he'd hunted her. but here..? there's a lightness in him lately that she hasn't sensed in many decades, in centuries. ]

I hope to meet him, then, and I hope to hear more of your world and your people. Are there others here?

Oh wow... You two look so much alike. Good thing you'll smell different or I might mistake you two from behind.

[ she offers a bright little smile and a breath of laughter. ] Well, we also dress quite differently. Even from behind, I believe you will know one of us from the other. Your sense of smell is that good, though..?

[Come on, with hair like that, Kara wouldn't have been surprised to see Nuada in a dress at some point. Some of those old-timey manner of dress for men make it look like they're in a skirt.]

Oh. I'm a wolf. Werewolf.

A werewolf.. [ a brief pause, fingertips to her mouth again, expression briefly troubled. ] May I ask if you were bitten or born..? [ because if she was bitten.. poor girl. ]

I was Changed. Not so simple as a bite where I'm from...

Well met, Nuala. I am Celebrían, one of your 'otherworld kin.' [She's fascinated by the other type of elf Nuala apparently is, though is too polite to ask anything outright so soon.]

I am glad you are well. If there is anything I might do to help, I will be glad to. And Healers are always welcome in times of war. I myself offer my skills as such.

Well met indeed, Celebrían. [ like thranduil, celebrían is so unusually coloured compared to what she's accustomed to. she wonders if it means they're different clans, or from different worlds altogether. .. still, regardless, she still looks a little breathless with pleasure, all but glowing. ]

Thank you. I believe all I needed was time, though. .. May I ask if you are located here in Caer Glaem?

[Well, Celebrían certainly does have an interesting heritage, between the Noldor, Teleri and the Sindar on both sides of her family.]

I am, currently. I have had no reason to wander far of late.

[It's that sweet princess again. And she was ill??]

Are you feeling well now, Your Highness? I can make you something. Eating is important to keeping your strength up!

[He shot right to worry.]

Oh! Sir Emil. [ a beat, then an apologetic glance. ] Ah, no.. simply Emil, yes? I'm quite well now, but thank you so much for your concern. [ and then a bright, chiming little laugh at the offer. ] Goodness, that's quite an offer. I would hardly wish to trouble you so, though.

[ it's the healing that catches his attention, what with his new boon... ]

The healers in the Caer Glaem infirmary are always looking for extra help.

I would be glad to offer my assistance, then. Do you also work in the infirmary?

I help out sometimes, when I can, but I'm still just learning basics: it's a lot of boiling water and stuff. But I had to stay there a while earlier this year, and I know they'll be glad to have you.

[Honestly, he finds her less interesting than her brother... if for no other reason than Lusiphur isn't allowing himself to be distracted by a pretty face right now. Plus, she's way too formal for Luse to know how to interact with properly. The twins are on the "wrong side" anyway, but he did already pester her brother, so ]

It's always good to know who the healers are.

Indeed it is, especially in times of war. Though I had hoped to be done with war. I suppose there's no escaping it.

[Lusiphur has never seen war, although his own world seemed to be headed straight into it in the near future... not that it mattered since he's stuck here. But he's seen plenty of fighting, and healers have always treated him right.]

There's always a way to avoid it. But to escape it, then you're either dead or a coward. [and Lusiphur is a coward, but it keeps him alive. Way to be charming for the lady, Luse.]

We are, sadly, at war. There is always a need for healers.

[ truly, all races are represented here. at the sight of him, she offers a polite dip of her chin in greeting. ] I suppose it was a vain hope that there was a surplus of healers and a shortage of injuries to be tended.

There has not been any pitched battles, but there are always wounded to care for. Perhaps one day there won't be, but it will not be here.

Edited 2014-12-19 22:51 (UTC)

[Slowly, he inclines his head, dark hair slipping over his shoulders as he does so.]

My name is the Brucolac.

Could you return sight to one blinded?

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