[ It wasn't often a will other than Compassion spoke to her. They were so comfortably intertwined that Compassion often acted as a go between for her and any other spirit or will that would reach out to her. Told her what was worth knowing if it needed to be known. Pointed her in the direction of those in fear or pain if they could do anything. But for one to reach her directly, to beckon? To sing with utterly unfamiliar clarity?
It startled her into dropping her tea- only Roul reaching out to catch her mug saved it from being further chipped or shattering outright.
A new song. A new note. A new sense of- discontent? Unease? It was vague and sharp and clear as Compassion had ever been- following the song wasn't so much a choice as it was a compulsion. Blood magic a part of her whispered and the rest? Ran. Without staff, without cloak, without finishing the braid she'd been pinning into place, leaving it unbound and the braid fraying into a loose mass as she sprinted in the direction the song came from.
She arrived in a swirl of robes and unbound hair, staring into the dim light of the Library. Only when she saw the figure, equally dim, in a chair did she find her voice. ]
Galadriel?
[ How she managed did not matter, only that she had. She ran to Galadriel's side, hands brimming with Compassion's light. ]
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It startled her into dropping her tea- only Roul reaching out to catch her mug saved it from being further chipped or shattering outright.
A new song. A new note. A new sense of- discontent? Unease? It was vague and sharp and clear as Compassion had ever been- following the song wasn't so much a choice as it was a compulsion. Blood magic a part of her whispered and the rest? Ran. Without staff, without cloak, without finishing the braid she'd been pinning into place, leaving it unbound and the braid fraying into a loose mass as she sprinted in the direction the song came from.
She arrived in a swirl of robes and unbound hair, staring into the dim light of the Library. Only when she saw the figure, equally dim, in a chair did she find her voice. ]
Galadriel?
[ How she managed did not matter, only that she had. She ran to Galadriel's side, hands brimming with Compassion's light. ]