AUGUST RIFTER ARRIVAL

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-August
WHERE: Southern Tevinter, then the Gallows
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, which are closed to new rifters and to the characters involved in the catacombs escape/rescue team in the Tevinter plot. It also contains a new QUARANTINE prompt that is open to everyone.

Comments

[lil_lion]

Even as he stands before Legolas, the enchanted sword at his side, and clad in such fine armour, it is clear that Anduin is wrong. He shouldn't be as he is. It's as though this is a mask he is wearing unwillingly. "It is my vocation," he says earnestly. His lips part and he begins to sing, very quietly, in an unfamilar language. He opens his hand, as if to gently cup rain water, and his face relaxes into a soft and tranquil expression. The warrior mask slips away from him. Pure sunlight gathers into his open palm, golden. It almost seems to flow as water in the air just above. Anduin looks clear-eyed at Legolas and speaks as if of a dear friend, a parent. "It is the Holy Light, which is everywhere and in all things."

[tofindthesun]

If Legolas notices the dissonance, he does not speak of it. It is not his place, and he has known other to-be-kings in the same situation, who seemed more than their current stations or did not fit their crown immediately. The healer-king Aragorn was one of them.

"'Tis an honorable task and duty," Legolas says, with more than a modicum of reverence. The singing has a visible calming effect on him, though he doesn't understand the words, and is more a response to the singing itself than any intention Anduin may have had. To hold light so easily, and as a manner of healing, if that is what this is, he does not think even the Lord Elrond would have been capable of it. Truly a strange world he has come to, that this man has come from.

Curious, Legolas raises a hand almost to touch the light, only to pull back just short of it as if fearing the heat of a flame. He chances a glance at Anduin, though, and it's clear that he's only wondering if one is even allowed to touch it or not.

"How does it...?" He's not sure how to word his question. There's A Lot to ask. Instead he settles for a rueful, "It would be a shame to waste it on such minor wounds."