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[Sigrid is looking fairly haggard and pale. Behind her is the rugged green wilderness surrounding the Station, though the Station itself is not in sight.]

I'm in the middle of nowhere at all and I've got a bad leg. I couldn't find my locket and I had to ask a thrush to find it for me. A thrush. I'm talking to thrushes and they answer me. Anyway I need help. The thrush said he'd go and find someone, but I don't know who he meant. Does anyone know if thrushes are wise birds or silly birds? If he brings back a bear or something, I've got to hide now.

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[ He's 99% certain that Bard wouldn't thank him for letting his daughter possibly be eaten by a bear because of a loopy thrush. Thranduil checks the lockets soon after the bird swoops in to disturb him at his meal and fixes his remaining sword to a belted hip, taking Gelefn to ride out of the station. Legolas is already occupied for the time being, he hasn't needed Thranduil all afternoon.

Five minutes or so after Sigrid's broadcast and the unicorn finding a comfortable pace as it follows the excitable thrush, the Elvenking responds. ]

Exactly how badly injured is your leg? Your messenger failed to elaborate.

Wait, wait.....why on earth would a thrush partner with a bear?

[Let's get to the important things first.]

[She could just about cry to see his face.]

It's a couple of days old, but I can't walk very far unless there's a bear chasing me or something. Did he speak to you, too?

...Well, bears and thrushes don't compete or hunt each other.

[She has no idea why she's trying to reason out a panicked statement she made, besides it being a better thing to do than keep panicking.]

He did. [ This girl and her fear of bears, tho. ] Why has no one treated your wound, Sigrid?

The fairies cleaned it and wrapped it tidily enough.

We shall have to see to it again, once you are settled at the Station. You are not so far afield.

[ And really, wut. It's probably magic; everything boils down to magic in this place, but it bears asking, ]

How did you come to be there?

I don't know. I was trying to shoo off something and suddenly I was here.

[Most helpful description.]

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They also don't conspire amongst themselves to devour girls.

[At least.......he hopes they don't. Dear God....they DON'T, do they? Here? In this place?]

......Was the thrush smiling in a way that made you feel uncomfortable, darling?

Don't call me that.

[She assumes the rest is him making fun of her. It doesn't please her.]

Well what should I call you, then, my gimpy birdfriend?

[Her potentially imminent danger is making him a little crankysome.]

Suzette?

You...talked to a bird?

[He has to take a second to process that, giving her a searching look to see if this is all some joke or not.]

Are you sure you didn't hit your head somewhere, or something?

[Not trying to be rude!! Just...pointing out other possibilities. More likely possibilities.]

[Okay, straightforward funmaking is different. Not good, but not as bad.]

Sigrid.

No.

[She swallows.]

No, I'm not at all sure.

...What happened to your leg?

[ or perhaps it was always bad. how is she to know? she's never truly met her friend. ]

An imp tried to take it off a few days ago. With his teeth.

[Between orcs and imps, Sigrid is about 5000% done.]

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Gesundheit.

See-grid. Some call me Siri, if that's easier for you.

[Maybe a fashionable pirate can buy her a sense of humor.]

Gods! [ the tale, however brief, drags this imprecation from her. ] But if it was days ago -- it's been cleaned and wrapped, yes?

[ she knows it will be no help in the wild -- after only a few weeks she can consider herself that knowledgeable, at least. but she starts with the simplest request: confirmation that the wound has already been tended. ]

Yes, but I can't put much weight on it. It was propped up on a chair and I was working when some ugly beast came into my room and keened at me. For an hour. I threw a ball of yarn at it and suddenly I was here, talking to birds.

Sorcery! [ ... ] Is there someone perhaps trying to determine your location? This...thrush, perhaps.

[ that actually isn't so weird to her, really. though she'd trust a raven more. ]

The thrush went for help. Good thing he's bringing the Elvenking, who also speaks with birds.

Siri, darling, do you know what to do should you encounter a bear due to a traitorous thrush?

[Might as well teach her something about escaping bears. She seems a nice enough girl.]

...King Thranduil, you mean? [ she sounds pleased. ] He is a good and noble ally to have.

[Blink.]

No...?

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