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[watergrape]

[All of her grace has abandoned her and for no reason except she angered an ayakashi! She isn't even sure what she did. But now she looks very much like a disgruntled fairy, sitting on the floor, her robes bunched around her legs.]

Why is everything so dark?! Will someone turn on the light already?

[She also hasn't realized that she is blind. Attempting her magic doesn't help her either. She just ends up raining hail on her head.]

Ah!

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He Is Concerned (tm) XD

[bythewaves]

[ P A U S E.

There's something like tension in his voice, although the sound of cooking does not stop ]

Your father is... a water maia?

[ ..................she doesn't seem like one of Ulmo's. Or Osse's, for that matter. Uinen's maybe? Although he can't exactly see either of them cheating on each other with a Incarnate, and he didn't think maia could procreate within themselves... Salmar??? ]

No? [ ... would not a maia know what the Song was? ] It is the Song. That which is, which was, the foundations of the world and what makes it and sustains it.

It's gonna be okay. Maybe. >.>

[watergrape]

[She can hear the tension. She knows it exists. But his reasoning behind it eludes her! What's a water maia? A fish?]

Is that a fish? I don't think he has fins or gills. But I bet he can be underwater just fine! I'll ask him.

[Spending time with her recently discovered father is one of her favorite things to do. He's warm and kind - and her aunt is lovely too.]

I...don't know about it. I'm sorry. There's a lot I don't know about. I was kept in the Water Mirror for four thousand years.

He Remains Concerned (tm) XD

[bythewaves]

[ ................... not one of his world's then, but like, maybe ]

The maiar... well. The ainur are the spirits of the world, those who helped Eru, the One, to first Sing the world into being, and then for love of it descended into it, to be it's life as it is theirs.

[ .....what even is your world girl ]

You were... in a mirror?

[watergrape]

[She tries to understand, but nothing she has been taught matches up to what he says. Except maybe...]

Are the maiar...ah...ainur?...immortals? Or are they faeries or elves?

[Chaos.]

Yes! It's...shaped like a big droplet of water. But inside there are fields of flowers and trees.

[bythewaves]

Well. They're not Incarnate. [ He says slowly ]

They're beings of spirit. Fleshly bodies such as you and I have are... to them like clothes would be for us. Things to wear and change as they please. Most of the maia, who are ... I suppose you might consider them not so strong as the valar, don't even bother with flesh at all, for they do not interact with us, mostly. Even the Valar, who are the greatest of them, those great Powers of the world, who usually take... humanoid forms, at least, don't tend to look very much like us most of the time.

[ He shakes his head ]

Your world sounds very strange to me. Why would you be trapped so?

[watergrape]

[She's lost again. Maglor, why do you make her think about odd things like immortals without bodies! Jin Mi pats along her arms and decides that, yes, she is solid.]

Your world is very strange.

[Just so he knows.

And they agree! Sort of.]

I don't know. I think it's something my mother must have decided.

[bythewaves]

[ Because #Tolkien ]

Well to me it is simply how it is! [ He teases gently ]

So I suppose we have that in common, the strangeness of each other's worlds.

Why? [ Is this some weird protection thing ??? ]

[watergrape]

I would help you if you came to my world, don't worry.

[He would be the first Elf with such...power. And age!]

I only found out who my father is recently. Something bad must've happened to her. Besides her dying.

[bythewaves]

[ Gently ]

As I would you.

[ He sucks his breath in with a sharp hiss, and his voice is full of sympathy ]

Ai! I am sorry, lady. That is a grief, to loose a mother. [ Although he does have to wonder if something was wrong, or dangerous about the father, that he did not know that he had a daughter ]

[watergrape]

I would feel safe with you.

[She smiles in what she hopes is his direction. The hiss makes it falter.]

I don't really know if I felt sad over it. I never knew her. And my father married my Aunt before I was born. That must've been difficult for my mother.

[bythewaves]

There are few who would say that, lady, but I thank you.

[ He frowns, remembering his own family ]

I imagine it was so. Did you father... not want you?

[watergrape]

Why is that?

[Here he is cooking for her and helping her. Surely he isn't a bad person?]

He didn't know I was his! When he found out, he was so happy and he introduced me to his wife. She told me to call her Auntie.

[bythewaves]

That story is a long one, lady, and a terrible one. Are you sure you want to hear it?

[ He sets the plate down ]

Ah, I am glad. [ He hopes that hers is not a story like his ]

[watergrape]

If you're okay telling it? I don't wanna make you sad.

[He is her guest. Hearing the plate set down, she sniffs the air.]

[bythewaves]

I once promised myself that if anyone ever wanted to hear, I would withold nothing.

[ He says sadly, but his hands as they direct her to the plate and gentle and sure ]

If you want to know, I will tell.

[watergrape]

Promises can hurt. [She shifts uncomfortably before focusing on his guidance.]

I'm curious about everything. I don't really know my limitations.

[bythewaves]

They can, but... this is my penance, but also a way of warning those who don't know my tale.

[ a sigh ]

Well then, pitya losse. Eat up, and afterwards, if you still want to know, I will sing you the Noldolante.

[watergrape]

Will you eat too? [She is more than happy to share a meal.] What does that mean? Pitya losse?

[bythewaves]

I'm alright.

[ He won't eat before he sings... the Noldolante takes a lot out of him, and he'd rather not ruin his appetite entirely ]

Hm? Ah... it means little blossom, in my tongue.

[watergrape]

[She begins to eat, dabbing at her lips with a napkin just in case she is messy and not realizing it.]

Oh! I like that. I'm not a blossom that lasts, though. I'm one that falls from the sky.

[bythewaves]

Are not blossoms more lovely for their ephemeral nature? But I do not think you are the sort to fade so easily!

[watergrape]

Only if I get too warm! [She smiles.] Father says I'm a snowflake.

[bythewaves]

[ He chuckles, forcing the darkness away ]

Well, I suppose I could call you nieninquë, I suppose. Snowdrop.

[watergrape]

[His language is so pretty! She pinks at the new nickname, smiling softly.]

It's funny that I spent so long thinking I was a grape sprite.

[bythewaves]

[ another low chuckle ]

Well, I think you're more a blossom.