Video - Open to Seelie and Unseelie

[friendofspirits]

[For a while, Deedlit is seen sitting on the edge of one of the high walls, seeming perfectly at ease even while sitting so dangerously close to the edge. The wind seems to be blowing, her blonde hair whipping in the direction it's moving through. She just seems to be watching, eyes narrowed in focus. Keeping watch? It seems likely.

Finally, though, she does speak.]

I'm very pleased to see people wanting to work together to fight this threat, courts aside. I'm sure all of this hasn't been easy on anyone.

[She does look a little worried now.]

But will we be able to fight one another once this threat has passed?

[Deedlit shakes her head a little and puts on a cheerful smile.]

In any case! I'm here to help if anyone needs assistance or just someone to talk to. My name is Deedlit, if you don't know already. I hope we'll work well together in the future.

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[avisionofwar]

[ The sight of him-- armored in half-plate in mail brushed to a gleaming shine, the silken fall of his pale hair gathered back and pinned up, broadly smiling-- swims into focus, pendulumning a bit as he holds the locket out before him. Once, before he was Celegorm the Cruel, he was Celegorm the Fair, and he is as radiant as a midsummer morning. ]

We moved to defeat the Worms because it was necessary, Lady; and no doubt we will defeat each other likewise, if it is the only manner of returning home, or winning succor in this strange place.

But whatever the future holds, you are well met, Deedlit. I am called Celegorm, and am glad for your company.

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[embattle]

[Together? He resented the assumption (he stood with neither side, he'd claim), though, he supposed she wasn't entirely wrong. For a moment, he can only stare, somewhat surprised by her mild, more candid approach.] You're with the Seelie, I assume...

[chiot]

I can't say that name. M'gonna call you Windy Blonde.

[dragmire]

[He would ignore her, easily. But those ears seem rather Hylian to him and he wonders if she might be someone else from his world.]

When swords are raised, these conversations will mean naught. War is war, no matter what bonds exist.