Myr looks over at Fingon in time to catch the smile and return it with one of his own. The awe in his eyes is plain to see; nothing, outside his dreams, has prepared him for this. If he'd seen Nevarra City, perhaps, or Minrathous-- They'd probably still pale before this. Before Tirion.
"Will you tell me more of it?" And then, as a spirit wearing an Eldar guise passes by them: "And these pe--these spirits, the people they're pretending at--do they really all go about like this on an ordinary day?"
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Myr looks over at Fingon in time to catch the smile and return it with one of his own. The awe in his eyes is plain to see; nothing, outside his dreams, has prepared him for this. If he'd seen Nevarra City, perhaps, or Minrathous-- They'd probably still pale before this. Before Tirion.
"Will you tell me more of it?" And then, as a spirit wearing an Eldar guise passes by them: "And these pe--these spirits, the people they're pretending at--do they really all go about like this on an ordinary day?"