towerofanimus | 002 ~ Idrial

Characters: Idrial and YOU!
Setting: The lower floors of the Tower.
Format: Action but will change to prose if preferred!
Summary: General exploration of the Tower, trying to make sense of the body swapping event in her mind and some beautiful Elven singing.
Warnings: None.

[There are quite a few people in the Tower who might not have seen Idrial around very much since she arrived here at the Tower. That's because she's still trying to adapt to the new environment and hearing word of the whole body-swap incident made her slightly uneasy. She is just thankful that it did not happen to her, though of course she is sympathetic to those it has happened to. She has been spending most of her time in her room, only venturing out when she needs to. She will not have been seen about the cafeteria either as she has taken the advice of both Legolas and Haldir and hunted for her own food as best as she can manage.

Anyone who is wandering through the corridors of the Tower today are bound to hear Idrial's clear and pure voice singing out one of the songs of her people over and over. Some may feel drawn to it, others might want to avoid it but she misses her homeland and singing reminds her of that. Lothlórien. Home.]

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[The longer you were here, the more accustomed to the macabre you became. France used to spend his days frivolously at times, but that was outside the tower. Those that had been there at the beginning disappeared one by one and creature comforts were scarce. In short, it had been a very long time since he had heard singing.

At first he thought it was some trick his mind had decided to play; hardly worth entertaining. Another coping mechanism for the always exciting tricks Jason liked to play-- it never failed to surprise, really. He was intent to ignore it, the singing that is, but even he couldn't ignore that it sounded clearer the closer to its source he got. There was a joined hall just off to his left, causing him to slow down and peer around the corner to see if say... the tower had developed a siren that walked on land instead of sea. Instead, he gets an elf, though he's not quite aware of it; after all he's pushed aside some of the more beneficial lore for the time being.

Stepping forward, he made himself known by clearing his throat, offering a smile for the occasion she noticed him.]

Excusez-moi, mademoiselle-- I do not believe we've met. I hope I'm not interrupting?

[Although he knows he probably is... nosy Frenchmen tend to do that.]

[Idrial hasn't been here long enough to be overcome by the darkness and hostility of this place yet. Who knows maybe she never will succumb to it, maybe the Light of Galadriel will shine with her throughout this journey. Or at least that's what she hopes. Idrial is still lost in the music as he approaches. So much so that she doesn't even hear him approach which of course is rare for her and her elven senses.

She is shaken out of her own fantasy world though by the sound of his voice. She does not see him as interrupting at all. In fact, she will offer him a smile in return and bow her head ever so slightly in greeting.]

No, you are not interrupting in the slightest. As for whether we have met before I do not think I have had the pleasure. I am Idrial of Lothlorien.

002 ~ Idrial

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