third stage :: video :: open to both courts

[truecaptain]

[Shortly after the events in the Desolate Lands end another video appears. For anyone who's seen it before or met her before, this seems to be a regular occurrence. Because it really is. Kanata already decided that as long as she was here she would continue to sing as much as possible to try to make people smile and have hope. It wasn't that different from what she believed anyway, just maybe more aggressively.

But this time the 'stage' isn't the Station. It's the purple background of Caer Scima. And she's dressed in one of the dresses from there rather then the black-and-yellow idol outfit she had for her other performance. Something's different, however. The slight glowing red aura around her somewhat more colorful and her kirara seems to shine brighter as well.

For what it's worth, she doesn't seem too injured. A scratch here or there and a certain tiredness. She hasn't really stopped singing in a week, after all. But she's trained to not let it show and to continue being smiling for their fans and so that's what she does. The brightness exceeds the pain and she smiles.]

Mm. I know some of you might have heard it before. Our song 'About Hope'... I tried to make sure everyone could hear it. I know it might seem to early, but I don't think it is at all-- so I'm going to do one last song. I think after everything this one works the best... So please enjoy it!

[The song itself is soft and somewhat cheery and somehow melancholy at points at the same time. She sings it well and doesn't falter between dance moves and the song. There's a definite attempt-- more then, really-- of putting everything into this song and somehow the glowing/shining manages to intensify more.]

We were all looking
at the first star,
the star that someone will tell us about someday

It was a long, long journey
until we got here
We thought that what we aimed for
was just an illusion

There was no pain
in such a wondrous thing
Walking and looking at the sky
wasn't at all unpleasant

Why did we believe
in an existence we could never see?
We were searching for a miracle
somewhere in this world
( (ooc cut for lyrics again) )

[When the song finishes she heaves a breath and lowers her hands to her side. The small snake-like creature whirls around her and then towards the locket before floating in place as she reaches a hand behind her neck to consider what to say.]

It's difficult... but as long as I'm here, this is the least I can do for everyone. I'm an idol. I'm a member of AKB0048 and we're idols who come to see you. We don't believe in fighting for something like this and only want to bring our love to our fans and those who need it. So even if it seems small or out of place I'm going to continue to do this for everyone. It's the least I can do.

( seelie + unseelie ) video. airy fairy nonsense.

[orcsurfing]

( private to Thranduil; )

( private to Celegorm; )

public;
[ It is the lush room appointed to a prince that's visible behind him and Legolas looks far more bright, lighter and more at ease than he had the last time he addressed his fellow shardholders. His hair is unbound and so very long now, longer than it has ever been in all his life in truth. And this is already after he had cut off a fair amount. The mass of it spills down his shoulders, smooth and akin to threads of pale gold more so than hair. It gleams in the pale autumn light that filters into the room through the window. His face too, fair as is the way of the elves, delicate almost, is alight from the small smile that has always been the most default expression to him.

Legolas looks a carbon copy of his father, indeed, but far more delicate and gentle in appearance and manner. ]

There is much that I have missed, though I have awoken to joyful news that the moon has been returned and so all is right in the world once more. The scent of autumn is so strong on the air already and a mere glance beyond the windows of my room tells me it is for a good reason. [ He glances briefly outside that window then, a sense of longing to be travelling again, to be among the trees, slipping through. ] The green is nearly all gone, replaced by garb more fitting to the season where all land readies to take its rest.

Barely have I returned to Caer Glaem and yet this sight makes me wish to set out once more... To sit in the strongholds of rock and stone, it is dull and my nature is to wander and glimpse all that the world, this or any other, has to offer.

[ And he does not feel particularly at ease here, not anymore. Yet that's something he keeps closely guarded, but from a few. ]

Yet it is not all that I wished to speak to you, fellow shardbearers. I have thought a while on this, and my forced rest has delayed me further, but I must ask! A riddle? A question? Has any the answer as to how to harness the power that simmers just beneath the surface of the shards we carry?

I thank you for your time taken to listen.

[ He bows his head slightly in a gesture of thanks, but then a realisation dawns on him, causing him to jerk his head up once more- ]

Ah, but there is one more matter I have offered to look into for a couple of dear friends of mine. The dryads of Greenwood the Great they have all but vanished... a reason for a great concern of their sisters who have chosen to travel with me.

( ooc; alternatively an open log! )

[video; open to both courts]

[athousandcurses]

Why... why would anyone do something like this?

[Someone has just found out about the library after returning to Caer Glaem, and judging from the stricken, teary state of her face and hushed voice, Grainne is pretty broken up about the attack. She honestly cannot understand why anyone would deliberately set fire to history.]

Why would you try to destroy something so valuable?

[She shakes her head. How could someone take something like books for granted, even so far as to burn them?]

So many things are lost to the ages that we will never retrieve, never regain, and that is with verbal history and story telling. We do not have "books" in our culture; over the years people have forgotten the histories we have passed down to our children because our history is only retained in memory. If someone is selfish or does not pass down what they know, it can be lost too easily! For everything that has been lost, we will never again know it!

[Don't mind the heartbroken, she just has Very Strong opinions on this.]

Do you not understand how wonderful such things are? How precious it is? Recording history in this way is almost a miracle! Can't you see why the loss of even one scroll is denying not just everyone living now, but those who come after us?

Why would anyone even attempt it...

voice - both courts

[didntbelieve]

Now that the moon's back... [He sounds more perplexed than relieved. Moon rescues are definitely on his list of strange things he's not used to yet. Or probably ever.]

Well, looking how things usually are it occurs to me I'm probably not the only one from Beacon Hills here. Since my phone isn't working, this seemed like the best way to find out.

So if you're from Beacon Hills, or if you know anyone from Beacon Hills... tell them Sheriff Stilinski wants to talk to them. Although honestly I probably wouldn't turn down conversation with anyone from Earth.

[Not that there aren't other people from Earth. Just there are enough who aren't it kind of unnerves him a bit. Or quite a lot.]

[ Voice; Seelie Locked ]

[knightscode]

As some of you are aware, there was a fire in Caer Glaem's library. An intruder was in the buidling.

As it stands, we as shardholders are the strongest thing our court has to defend itself. If the shardholders of the other court come to us the footsoldiers will be cut down all too easily -- a shardholder is worth 30 or so of the other soldiers.

If we are to defend Caer Glaem therefore we must help in not just leaving her to pursue alliances and fight enemies, but by the stationing of guards. We must keep track of who enters and leaves our city, be vigilant against agents of Morla scouting us out or attacks against us. As you may already be aware myself and Sir Grimm are holding training all through this month for anyone who wishes to learn, but this will require people good at keeping records too.

If anyone is interested in this effort please contact myself or Lady Gwenllian. Thank you for your time.