*Decides to get down to some serious thinking. Not fake, in-the-cupboard-while-the-mun's-off on-holiday-thinking, REAL, ON-SCREEN thinking.*

Okay. Be honest with yourself, you like Canyo. You like him a lot but whenever you think about the idea of the two of you, you get this horrible, cold feeling and the knot of doom in your stomach. That would ( Read more... )

*Flees the house because it's just too darn hot. Yes. Hot.*

*Sits at the edge of the garden pond*

*Feels a bit squiffy.* :S

*Arrives at the talan in the morning and is greeted by deathly silence*

*Creeps in* Hello? Hello?

Anyone alive in here?

*It's Wednesday. She knows it's Wednesday but she's not going over to the talan today. Nope. No chance. She's just going to stay at the House of Feanor. Maybe sit out in the back garden by the (non-lethal) pond. She might even play fetch with Mr. Waggatail. But she she's not going anywhere near any talans today, no siree-bob.*

:)

:(

*Really can't make up her mind about her grandson.*

I suppose he wouldn't be as slimey as you remember because he was dinky when you were alive but eh. He doesn't seem like Vardamir or Elros at all. Hmph ( Read more... )

*Sits in the cafe watching the world go by...and scribbling sketches of the world on napkins as it does go by.*

*cups her chin in her hand and broods.*

*Isn't thinking about certain aspects of her past-life, no, no not at all.

*decides to do something a little more productive with her time than get wasted with her cousin. >.>

*heads to a craft shop and loads up on paints, canvasses and dust sheets, using the haughty Feanorian glare to haggle on price. Just like her Ada.*Goes back to the house of Feanor and sets-up ( Read more... )

*leave the consulate after her meet the descendant session.*

*needs a drink*

*shakes her head* Did that guy, like, take lessons in arguing and self-justification? :S

*Hovers around the Talan, rehearsing what to say to her Ada about the whole meet-the-descendants thing.*

*goes to knock on his study door but chickens-out*

Erm...gah...*scurries back in the direction of her room*

EDIT:

*retreats to her room.*

*finds her old Woodstock toy lying on a chair*
*Cuddles it, curling up on the bed* :'(

*packs up Elros' music-stand as she readies to go and see the tree-dwelling half of her family*

*thinks about that proposed visit to the consulate again and finds herself less eager to broach the subject with her father than before.*

He'll freak. Or he'll give you the silent treatment. Or lie really badly about being okay with it. Either way I ( Read more... )