I had the strangest feeling

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth and Thranduil, Beleth and Myr
WHAT: Hangin out with some cool elves
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Gallows
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Thranduil

Life has been busy for Beleth, but she's starting working out the rhythm of her new job and responsibilities. Schedules are made, patterns emerge, and she figures out how to find some free time. How to use it is a much easier puzzle to solve--there are some people that she hasn't gotten to visit with in a while, and she's eager to make up for lost time.

Thranduil is, naturally, one of the first she wants to see.

Of course, just showing up on someone's doorstep is rude, even if he'd probably allow it. So she takes up her crystal, sitting in one of the newly erected gardens outside of the tower.

"Thranduil, are you busy? I apologize if you are and I'm interrupting, but if you have some free time, I was hoping that you'd spare some of it for me."

Myr

Beleth had been nervous about training with Myr for a handful of reasons, some of which were quickly resolved. Her fear that she would be made to look like a noodle-limbed idiot were put to rest when she discovered that waving a staff around was not too much different than wielding a large bow. Her concern over a grown man having to instruct her in a very touchy-feely way turned out to be distractingly accurate, and Beleth was still not sure if she should be distressed or pleased by it.

Maybe it would help if she got to know Myr beyond 'strange attractive elf with low standards'. And as it stood, there was something that she had been wondering for a long time--and Myr seemed to be one of the few that she knew could answer. While the subject of her curiosity was a fairly sensitive subject...Well. Myr had been nothing but kind to her.

She'd just have to be careful to handle it with due care.

Thus, after one of their practices, Beleth lingered, catching her breath as she poured herself a cup of water. Once she felt a bit more like a person, and not a gross mess, she turned to look at Myr.

"I noticed that you had set up a group for discussing the Chant."

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[faithlikeaseed]

"And some day, they'll come back, and they'll go back to helping us, and making everything right again."

There's so much in what Beleth says of her gods that's familiar to Myr--but that, that catches him through the chest. The stories of the Creators they had in the alienage--lovely, sad, fragmented things fractured off a larger mythos--never mentioned them as gone the way the Maker was. Only distant and unreal, ephemeral as mist, heartening to think upon but never something you could pray to. But to hear they're also missing--even if they are false gods, there's a very real echo of the forlorn abandonment at the core of his own faith and the hope that persisted in spite of it. The soul yearns to believe in something outside itself.

He's taken briefly aback by her offer; given the gravity of their conversation, it seems an oddly intimate thing. (Besides which, he's not yet accustomed to the idea of reading a stranger's face this way--his Circlemates in Hasmal were close as kin.) Yet-- "If it's not too much of an intrusion," he noticed the hesitation, "I'd like that very much." And he offers her both his hands, palms up; she may have given him tacit permission but it's not for him to grope around and poke her in the eye. That would rather ruin the moment.

As might his next questions, now that he's had time to formulate them: "Where did the Creators go? Why did they leave you?"