While Lena could gleam and tuck away a score of secrets, a nuance of sentiments never cast aloft or shared, her deceptive qualities primarily ended there. She didn’t travel through murky paths or daunting trails to abscond arcane, encoded treaties. She didn’t seize, possess, or summon secluded demons, pry pawns away from game boards or sever an unnecessary peon. Not one to shatter the world with charades, masquerades, cloaks and daggers, she normally left the throngs of mischief and clandestine covers to those warranted their surreptitious merits, chieftains of covert affairs and silent, unsung shadows. However, amidst the revelry, the jaunty, jovial pursuits, she sought to amble into each and every possible opportunity of merriment - to embody, to encompass, to ensure she’d somehow bettered herself amongst the exotic refinement and ambling games. A battle of wits, a pursuit of intelligence, a musing amongst the sector of sneaky figures and dodging foils, meant for entertainment, for amusement, coursed along her cranium in winsome delight, and perhaps, much like everything on this fervid evening, she was eager for everyone to be granted their wondrous solace. Whether this was through guile, through duplicity, and mere happenstance, meeting with companions in a dais of war without blood, without ichor, without reeling violence and mutinous gallows, she followed the call of their gilded Thief, wandering amongst the bulrushes and wildflowers, crowned in blooms and smiles. Even Thranduil, who still drew apprehensive vines along her spine, couldn’t dissuade her presence from prevailing into the mist, and the two, Imogen and nymph, dissolved into the arena, stretching towards the setting sun. She soaked in every opportunity for repose, for joviality (because when would they have another chance, when salvation could be struck down moments later?), seizing the whirlwind benedictions and stalwart, beatific ministrations. With her head tucked towards both, the masters of ceremonies and subterfuge, kings of chicanery where she had no diadem, her enlightened shroud reeled back upwards in an effervescent glow. The sylph, perhaps out of place, regarded the realm with the same zealous passion she sculpted, molded, and finessed in life, ardently humming a brilliant tune to acknowledge her pursuits. “I’d be willing to take part!”

VALE

His bone coloured hooves touched down on solid rock, unnerving to be up so high with no thought to gravity. His shook out his splintered crown upsetting the small snowflakes in his mane, glittering around him in the golden rays. It was one thing to climb to the top pf mountain and look down to the earth far below you knowing solid rock stood fast beneath your hooves. But here, standing at the precipice of the world with nothing but space beneath you was not a thought Vale wanted to dwell on.

It had been a strange few days, stranger still being here on this floating rock but he had cause for a distraction, a little amusement and what better way than to go looking for trouble himself. Golden honey orbs look out on his surroundings beneath his hollow crown; it was a peaceful place for all its physics defying foundations. Snow still fell softly in little flurries and his breath frosted white clouds on the exhale. But Vale didn’t mind the cold; it cleared his head and flushed his system.

A small gathering drew him to the middle of the field, curiosity always overriding manners or caution every time. He heard the call of a challenge, one of spoken words and hidden meanings, a game to be played. The dark wolf approached the three with glowing mischief. The golden man, Thranduil he had met before and gave him a nod of recognition but the other two he had not. “Well hello brothers and sister” referring to the crowns upon their heads as relations “riddles you say? Well I’m game” He grinned.



"Talking"

The half-child arrives on the scene silently, watching the others with curious eyes. He is waiting for Zunden to arrive, waiting so that they can travel together with their father to the Basin, waiting so that they can leave behind everything they have ever known and embark upon a new journey in their lives. They cannot be separated, for their whole lives have been lived as one; that is why the half-child must leave behind his mother, his beloved panther baby-sitter, and start anew. Not that he begrudges Zunden for the change- he has his own reasons for wanting to go as well. But he is eager, and he wonders what takes the little child so long to come, but he must remind himself to be patient. He hasn’t found their mother yet anyway, even though the seasons grow short, and he can’t leave without saying goodbye to their mother.

At any rate, he supposes while he waits he can try to have some fun. He’s not much on parties- the chaos is a bit much for him- but the idea of a riddle game set away from the main celebration is something he can get into. Lifting his head, with horn growing ever-longer, the half-child inserts himself into the fray. Bi-hued eyes look between participants and he knows already that he will lose, but perhaps he will learn something here on this day that he did not know before. Knowledge is what makes the world go round, he is convinced, so he will play and take his failure in stride. “I’ll play,” he chimes softly, waiting for what comes next.


OOC| Hope I’m not too late x.x

Adelric