[ none of this makes sense, except-- ah. magic. maz. not at all his realm of expertise, and another reason he would be very glad to see cala or kiru. there's no way for him to hope to entirely understand, at least not just yet-- so for the sake of his sanity and thranduil's patience, he simply accepts all this at face value for now.
the greeting is foreign, and it simply reinforces the fact that while an elf, thranduil is certainly not of his people-- as none of these strangers are. though.. though he does find his glance drawn to the ones thranduil calls qunari. they have gray skin like half-breeds, like maia himself, and it's.. interesting.
he glances back up at the question, though, ears lifting briefly in surprise before flicking back. ]
Ah-- well.. without permission, we suppose.. But we are accustomed to having our hair touched by our edocharei. [ they're the ones who dress it, after all, and a good thing, too. after his months on the throne, already long and unmanageable hair has grown even longer and more unmanageable. he can scarcely imagine what it's going to be like after being dunked in seawater. ]
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the greeting is foreign, and it simply reinforces the fact that while an elf, thranduil is certainly not of his people-- as none of these strangers are. though.. though he does find his glance drawn to the ones thranduil calls qunari. they have gray skin like half-breeds, like maia himself, and it's.. interesting.
he glances back up at the question, though, ears lifting briefly in surprise before flicking back. ]
Ah-- well.. without permission, we suppose.. But we are accustomed to having our hair touched by our edocharei. [ they're the ones who dress it, after all, and a good thing, too. after his months on the throne, already long and unmanageable hair has grown even longer and more unmanageable. he can scarcely imagine what it's going to be like after being dunked in seawater. ]