Video/Action at the Station/backdated to the 25th

[inafadingcrown]

[Locked to Seelie]

[Galadriel’s manner is all business like when she appears onscreen and her speech is the same- clipped, efficient, precise.]

Recently, I was gifted with several messages which I believe to be of great import. Until I am certain of their intended audience and their meaning, I am hesitant to discuss them openly. I realize, however, that others here have access to resources that I do not. In this instance, practicality constrains my caution; I would know what information others have on these matters. I would ask if the name 'Isengrim' means aught to any here, or if any know of either the Fourteenth Sigil or a Wreath festival.

[Sparse in details, but that's done purposefully. This is more fishing for people to respond than looking for information outright. She doesn't exactly want to carry these conversations over a public channel.]

[Private video to Peeta Mellark]

I have a favor I would ask of you, Master Mellark, if you are willing.

[Open for action in the Station]

[Anyone in the common areas here may stumble across Galadriel, her hair tossed up in a quick bun, bent over a map of the Drabworld, marking paths and locations with a pencil and jotting names and numbers down into a small notebook.]

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[fell_to_hell]

[Nico frowns. He doesn't recognize this "Isengrim," but the rest.... The son of Hades decides to make this a private conversation between the two of them. He'd like to be cautious about this, especially when there's a bounty on his head.]

I've been requested by someone else to do research on the Fourteenth Sigil and Wreath festival. My companions and I are heading somewhere that has the best chance of giving detailed information on it. I haven't heard of Isengrim, but we could add that to our list of things to research.

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[inafadingcrown]

[Well. She was expecting to get, perhaps, a person who knew of one of the subjects. Maybe if she was lucky, a few people who each knew of one. She wasn't expecting to get someone who knew of two. It makes her wonder if she wasn't the only one given these messages.]

Let us dispense with these vagueries, shall we? Some degree of trust is necessary, I think, for either of us to profit here. I am called Galadriel. May I have your name in return, friend?

[fell_to_hell]

Nico di Angelo, my lady, but I prefer to be called Nico. I apologize for being vague. Lately, I've had to be more cautious about where I'm going, since there are some on the Unseelie side who would be...interested...in collecting my shard.

[That's a polite way to say he's trying to avoid that information being leaked so he doesn't get murdered, right?]

[inafadingcrown]

Well met, then, Nico, and you need not apologize. I believe, given your circumstances, a certain amount of caution displays intelligence more than aught else.

May I ask if your friend gave you a reason that he wished you to do this research?

[fell_to_hell]

[He hesitates for a brief moment.]

My companions and I had made plans to go to a place where we could get answers. Answers that didn't favor any side in this war, with information going all the way to the beginning of things. I told him about those plans, and he's been sending me topics or questions to research once we arrive at our destination. The Sigil and the Wreath Festival were part of the request. I believe he came across them while he'd been at Redgate.

[inafadingcrown]

It seems that our thoughts have followed similar lines. [Her smile grows several degrees warmer.] Allow me to guess at your destination. The Drabkeeper's castle?

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[peeta_bread]

[He nods to her.] What favor?

[He wants to know what it is before he agrees. He trusts Galadriel more than most, but he's trying to be more careful.]

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[inafadingcrown]

It is nothing terribly perilous, I promise you. I am simply curious as to what may be found in the libraries of Caer Scima and I wondered if you might not be willing to be my eyes.

I do not trust that either of us have received the full truth of this war from our monarchs, to be quite frank, and I would compare the records and histories of each court.

[peeta_bread]

[He nods again.] That sounds reasonable. I'll do this. Are there some topics in particular I should be watching out for or taking notes on?

[inafadingcrown]

Oh, of course. I would scarcely ask you to search the entire library for my sake. My greatest interest lies in whatever you may find on the nature of the shards, the first arrival of the shardholders, or the history of this war.

I will share with you, however, the warning that was given me; I was told that pursuing this line of inquiry would lead only to grief and madness. If you wish to decline to assist me this, knowing what you now know, I will not hold it against you.

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[jaywalks]

The Wreath festival as in, Treun?

[ lmao hi he's got a baby dragon sitting on his shoulder, though she certainly doesn't look anything like the dragons of galadriel's home. ]

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[inafadingcrown]

Precisely so. You will forgive me, I hope, for being sparse in detail in public. As I said, I do not yet know the full significance of these messages and it would not do to have every fool in the vicinity deciding to investigate Treun for himself.

[But, no. It may not look precisely like what she's used to, but it's close enough to be recognized. And she's far too distracted by that dragon to go any further without saying-] I beg your pardon, but is that a dragon upon your shoulder?

[jaywalks]

[ oh, he was going to ask aboout the isengrim thing, but — upon hearing the word "dragon" the dragon in question perks up, her ears twitching in curiosity as she chirps softly. mako glanes over at her, then nods to galadriel ]

Yeah, this is Doll.

[inafadingcrown]

And you... [How to phrase this delicately?] You are not concerned with this?

[jaywalks]

[ UHHHHHHHH ]

... No? She likes sitting there.

[inafadingcrown]

So I see, but she will not always be so small. I imagine, for the moment, she poses little threat... [POINTED TRAILING OFF]

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[baseborne]

I don't know much, but I've heard the name Isengrim before.

[inafadingcrown]

May I ask what it is that you have heard?

[baseborne]

"Insengrim the wolf," he has been named in my hearing. He was brought here as we were, I think, a shard-bearer some great time ago. There is a man whose shard he took, who names him enemy and seeks his head even now, what might otherwise be lifetimes later - Reynard the Fox, who was recently allied with the Unseelie. More than that... I could not say. My party did not precisely part on speaking terms with the Fox.

[inafadingcrown]

I know little more than that. [Some, but not much.] The message I... intercepted, you might say, for I was most certainly not the intended recipient, spoke of his impending execution. I can only surmise that there are some who wish to prevent it.

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[chaoticwhimsy]

[Lumina has only been at the station for a day or so, and she's still exploring everywhere, which is why she happens to come across the tall woman peering at something on a table.]

[Which is also why, thirty seconds later, she'll suddenly be standing near her, head tilted to the side as she peers at the woman's scribbles on the map. Two imps with pink face paint flutter around nearby, waiting for her.]

[She doesn't say anything, she's just reading for now!]

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel is so absorbed that it takes her a few moments to acknowledge her new company.]

Do my plans interest you? [She speaks without looking up, but there's a smile in her voice.]

[chaoticwhimsy]

[Once she's noticed, the child skips back two steps or so. She makes a soft, amused little sound and gives a teasing half-curtsy before she answers.]

Maybe.

[Her grin is sly, and she starts to walk then, in a circle around where the elf is looking at her map, letting her arms swing at her side.]

What are you trying to plan for?

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, but that sly look earns her a full smile and Galadriel actually sets down her pen to regard the girl.]

I am considering proposing a journey to my daughter. As there are several routes we might take, I am attempting to discern the most efficient.

[chaoticwhimsy]

[When Lumina has made almost a whole circle of the table she spins around on one foot and then hops up on the edge of it, sitting there with her legs swinging and her hands braced on either side as she peers down at the map again.]

Where ya goin'?