twenty-first phase [ action ]

[walkinthruwalls]

[ Today you'll find one Kitty Pryde in the hallway. If you see her mid-whatever she's doing she's just standing there. She's trying something new out, at least to her it's noticeable anyway.

So what is she doing?

Dropping through ceilings.

Something she doesn't really do much as... landing's trickier. She's done a lot of walking through the walls and a little bit of ceiling/floor work but she wants to practise her landing.

Because if you see her drop through a ceiling on one of her many attempts they're not always that graceful. Think jumping from something high and landing on your feet crouched - it's what she's aiming for anyway.

And failing seven times out of ten. She'll keep going, and bruise herself up a lot as she tries to perfect it. Clearly she needs to work on her center of gravity, eh Brock? ]

[ ooc; feel free to run into her anywhere in the castle provided it's in a hallway. and drag her off to the clinic if need be, some of those landings are tricky ]

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[walkinthruwalls]

Did you go with them?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[Slight hesitation. She wouldn't tell this to everyone, you know. It's not a secret, exactly, but it's painful.]

I swore no oaths, but...I did.

[walkinthruwalls]

[ Kitty's a good secret keeper ]

But not easily?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

There was conflict between us- kinsman he may have been, but Fëanor was no friend of mine. But I went of my own free will and for my own reasons. Do not ask me of it further.

[There are somethings you really don't want to know- How in order to defend her mother's kin, she was forced to raise her sword against that of her father. How she was exiled along with the rest. How she was too proud to ask forgiveness. Such a foolish young elf she had been.]

[walkinthruwalls]

[ Aww but she'd just been about to ask ] Okay.

[ And Kitty wouldn't have called that foolish, but since she's not asking she's just going to quietly think of a new topic ] Who are the Silmaril's? [ Because she doesn't remember them in the story ]

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Kitty. Some wounds don't heal completely, even after thousands of years.]

Better to ask what than who. The Silmarils were the jewels created by Fëanor and stole by Morgoth.

[walkinthruwalls]

Did you get them back?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

One was recovered and sent to the Valar as a token of repentance. We see it still in the night sky as our most beloved star: Eärendil. The other two now rest in the earth and sea, not to be recovered until Arda is unmade.

[walkinthruwalls]

You can turn a jewel into a star? [ You clearly live in a magical place ]

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

I cannot. But it was one of the Valar, Lady Varda herself, who kindled the stars in the beginning. She may, if she so wishes. [It's a reverential tone; the kind you don't hear often, save from the mouths of clergy and poets.]

[walkinthruwalls]

That sounds pretty special. [ That normally would have been an awe-worthy moment but she's restraining herself ] So what about Arda?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Ah- forgive me. It is the Elven name for my world. Middle-Earth, it is called in the common tongue.

[walkinthruwalls]

How can you unmake a place?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Do your people not tell tales of what will be at the ending of the world?

[walkinthruwalls]

You mean the apocalypse? [ Which she doesn't believe in ]

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

If you wish to call it by that name, yes.

[walkinthruwalls]

It's more a world ending tale, there's not much after that.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

It is there our tales differ, then. We know little of it, of course, for the future is uncertain and ever-changing, even for those with the greatest foresight, but it is said after the end, the Children of Ilúvatar will join in the Second Singing of the Ainur.

[walkinthruwalls]

What happens then?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

That I cannot say. The first singing occurred with the creation of the world. [Even she's not that old.]

[walkinthruwalls]

Then maybe they'll be a new world?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Mayhaps.

[walkinthruwalls]

It might be a good thing?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

It is quite likely. Regardless, I do not concern myself with it overmuch. I have troubles enough in the present and near future without fretting over that which I cannot change.

[walkinthruwalls]

Would that be the near future here or at home? [ Because saying fretting, troubles and near future in the same sentence doesn't give her hope ]