Haleth nods slowly, taking this in, still watching the fire. She does look older than she did, but stronger, more hale. Three years of peace and regrowth has given her much that she lacked, and the Haladin also. A relative prosperity. Her hair is decorated with beads and feathers, tightly braided against her head to the shoulder, where it flows more loose.
She is not wearing the dress he once gave her, though she has it still. But the clothes she wears were cut from cloth of his making, and the embroidery at the edges is his.
"A thing impossible has happened," she says, suddenly looking at him, her gaze clear and forthright as ever. "Impossible enough that I do not expect you to believe me when I tell you of it, which is no slur to either of our honors. A woman came to the Haladin some months ago, brought by the winds and Higher Powers from a time long beyond this one. Her name is Canien. She has my features, my hair, the look of the Haladin. But she is also clearly elfborn, and has your eyes, and names herself Caranthiriel."
She falters suddenly, looking away, and her next words are much quieter. "She smiles as you do." Or as he used to, at least. Which he mostly only did when looking upon Haleth.
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Date: 2019-07-19 11:33 am (UTC)She is not wearing the dress he once gave her, though she has it still. But the clothes she wears were cut from cloth of his making, and the embroidery at the edges is his.
"A thing impossible has happened," she says, suddenly looking at him, her gaze clear and forthright as ever. "Impossible enough that I do not expect you to believe me when I tell you of it, which is no slur to either of our honors. A woman came to the Haladin some months ago, brought by the winds and Higher Powers from a time long beyond this one. Her name is Canien. She has my features, my hair, the look of the Haladin. But she is also clearly elfborn, and has your eyes, and names herself Caranthiriel."
She falters suddenly, looking away, and her next words are much quieter. "She smiles as you do." Or as he used to, at least. Which he mostly only did when looking upon Haleth.