► 006.

[culver]

[it's laundry day. this is only obvious because instead of one of her dresses or the jumpsuit, nill is wearing a zip-up sweatshirt. she can pass as a regular teenager like this, with her wings out of view! you know, if she could talk.

anyway, it's also obvious that it's laundry day since she's, you know, sitting in one of the laundry rooms.

she pushes her bangs from her eyes before typing.]

Forgot to mention after last jump. Found a bird near the lift. Bigger than any that were here. It is brown and tan with orange tail. I took it to the gardens.

Does it belong to anybody? Sure it was not here before the jump.

[she pushes her bangs from her face again and frowns slightly.]

Also thinking about haircuts. I need scissors. [this comes a few seconds later:]

Doing something normal might be good.

Comments

[he appreciates that because faces]

[elvenking]

I am Thranduil, Nill.

[Nice, another person with just the one name. Makes it simpler.]

at least hers is a cute one

[culver]

[she pauses
and then:]

How do you spell it?

Very, very cute. Makes him think of when his kids were 30 or 40.

[elvenking]

[After some hesitation, he finally gives in and types it out for her. It's not that he can't use the keyboard, he just doesn't like to.]

oh no that's adorable

[culver]

[nill smiles, her wings flicking beneath her sweatshirt. it probably looks funny.]

Thranduil. Nice to talk to you.

:D

[elvenking]

The pleasure was mine, Nill. Thank you for your help.

[culver]

Welcome.
New? Have not seen you before.

[elvenking]

I have been here more than a month. I do not know if that makes me new or not.

[culver]

[a slight frown]

Last month was strange. Could not use these. ["these" being the comms]

[elvenking]

[Headtilt.]

I remember. Are you so very used to them?

[culver]

[another pause]

This is how I talk. So yes.

[elvenking]

[The impassive face changes, his brows lowering.]

Can you not speak?

[It seems pretty obvious, but jumping to conclusions about this sort of thing is unwarranted in any situation.]

[culver]

[she shakes her head, but doesn't look sad.]

No I cannot.

[elvenking]

Then I can understand why last month must have been very strange for you. Had you no papers to write on?

[culver]

A little. Hard to keep up with everybody though.

[elvenking]

As I suppose it would be. [He looks merely conversational, his brief change of expression smoothed away now.] How long have you been here, Nill?

[culver]

Six jumps. Six months.

[elvenking]

That may feel like a very long time, in a place such as this.

[culver]

Yes. But it has not been so bad.

[elvenking]

No? Have you had pleasant things happen here?

[culver]

Met kind people. I have seen trees and grass. There are animals and a lot of food. Heine is here.

[elvenking]

[That gets a smile. She's got more of a survivor's attitude than many here realize, he suspects.]

Those are things worth being pleased with, even in dark times.

[culver]

[surviving is pretty much what she's done her whole life]

Yes. Things worth being happy about.

[elvenking]

Especially in dark times. [It's a self-correction, really. The smile fades.]

So long as there are green things and stars, I suppose, although I should like to hear running water again without it being from a tap.

[He knows the word from some of his reading about winemaking. Not that he has anything to make wine with, he'd just been curious.]

[culver]

Some steams in the gardens. Small ones.

[elvenking]

The ground is too flat.