video.

[wingedly]

[ the feed begins with the phone apparently propped up on the bed, and a tiny figure standing in the video as if it's a full-length mirror. roughly five inches tall, in jeans and a halter-top, with lavender-ish coloured hair, wide, startled-looking blue eyes, and.. well, yeah, there's no way around it. he (she?) also has fairy wings, which are settled neatly along his back.

he offers a slightly uncertain smile, reaching out to place hands on the glass curiously, touching fingers to it, then pulling them away again to wiggle them in a shy wave. ] Hullo! I-- I hope I'm doing this right. I suppose it's a.. a phone, but I've never used one before, so..

[ he shifts a little from bare foot to bare foot, hands curling in the hem of his shirt, wings lifting a little behind him. ]

My name is Lute, and I'm new. I don't think any of the pack is here, and I'm sure my owner isn't, as he would have found me by now, probably. So I suppose I'm here alone.

[ he glances down, toeing at the sheets, chewing on his lower lip. ] Um. I-- You see, I'm not a big person---obviously, I suppose---and I.. It's sort of hard for me to live in a place like this, which is built for big people. And I've never been on my own before, so I don't suppose anyone would.. be interested in a roommate?

[ he rocks up on his toes, expression hopeful. ] I don't take up much space! And I'm very quiet! I can sleep on a shelf if I have a bit of bedding. [ he trails off, then brightens again. ] .. Is there a library here? I saw someone with a book earlier, and I-- I'm allowed to read whatever I like here, aren't I?

[ a brief, searching glance, then a polite little nod. ] .. Um. That's all. Thank you! [ he reaches out, and the feed ends. ]

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[ploughed]

[ Despite himself, Iorveth instantly leans in. Another elf. ] Have you? Where?

[wingedly]

Oh! Right here. I mean, he talked to me on the phone. He's blond and very attractive and he doesn't make many expressions. He seems nice, though, and he says he's from 'Arda'. Shall I ask him his name?

[ploughed]

[ Damn. "Arda" is no place he's heard of. ] Yes, if you can. [ A beat. ] And I will show you the imitation forest.

[wingedly]

I'd like that a lot! Thank you! Are you staying there?

[ploughed]

For now, I intend to. I've grown accustomed to living in forests.

[wingedly]

You don't worry about getting rained on? [ it's a big deal when you're this small. ]