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[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle is outside again, looking once more a) alive and b) focused. She's standing at the edge of the lake, humming, her brow furrowed, and thinking intently. There are people she wants to see, conversations she (doesn't) want to have, and things that need doing, but for a moment here, she's just going to look at the lake and enjoy a moment of

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[lorien_gal]

The lake is a place where Galadriel will easily be found. She will catch sight of Jaenelle, and be in sight, but she will let her make the approach.

She knows, at times like this, one needs to collect their own thoughts.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She looks up, one corner of her mouth twitching upwards, and goes over to Galadriel. "I have a few questions," she says, almost briskly.

[lorien_gal]

"I am at your disposal." Galadriel stands, smiles gently. She knew she would, and does not mind.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

"This...Morgoth. Does he dream?"

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano will be close by, fishing - and when he sees Jaenelle, he leaves his equipment to the side, and strides over to see her.

"Jaenelle?" She seems so focused. But he's very happy to see her on her feet again.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She looks up, blinks, and then a small little smile for him appears, though her eyes are still a little far away. "Cyrano."

[cyranosavignien]

He bows for her, and as he straightens. "It is good to see you up and about, my cousin. How are you?"

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She considers.

"Tired. I'm tired."

[phedre_25]

Phedre is sitting under a tree nearby, trying to read a book. She's not really spoken to anyone since what the typists call epic fail - and it weighs on her.

She sees Jaenelle, and observes her a moment, before she can decide to talk to her.

She will come and stand by her, silently waiting for her to acknowledge her.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle looks up, then turns and embraces Phedre.

"Hullo, you."

What? She looked like she needed a hug.

[phedre_25]

Phedre returns the hug with an almost cling, but she has enough self control not to.

"Greetings, Jaenelle." A small pause. "How are you?"

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She doesn't let her go just yet. "I'm all right."

And she will be, for Phedre.

[sissy_queen]

Guinevere will be picking flowers in the vicinity. She's humming to herself and trying to keep her heart light, despite her loneliness.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle will look up at her and watch her quietly for several moments, as though weighing something.

[sissy_queen]

Guinevere is completely oblivious to anything - she's picking flowers! It's important!

[ebonyjaenelle72]

"Guinevere?"

[tomboy_22]

And here's Anita, sitting on her hind legs. She just hunted a pheasant, and is carrying it back to the Mansion to clean it up. She will catch a scent of Jaenelle very early on, and so she angles towards her.

They do need to talk, after all.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle turns and she's donned a mask again, her features even, calm, eyes a completely normal blue if somewhat brighter than the usual. She inclines her head to Anita, politely, and waits.

She'll let Anita set the tone, despite the nervous lurch she gets looking at her.

[tomboy_22]

Anita's quite calm, actually. She sets the prey on the grass, and pads over.

"Hey." Friendly enough - worried, more than anything else.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

"Hello, Anita." Carefully.