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[ What...even is this?! Wangji studies both elf and eggs for a looooong moment before even flicking his end open to let Thranduil see him too. He cups his hands before him and bows slightly - only polite to respond to the introduction, right? ]

Lan Wangji. A pleasure.

As for when they hatch, treat them kindly. I cannot say what they will be, for I have only arrived myself. Regardless, they are children, and should be cared for as such.

{Someone with dignity and grace! A Man by the look of him and yet far less crude than the usual lot. Thranduil inclines his head slightly at the bow.}

I have no intention of harming them. {He lifts the silver egg and sets it by the blue.} I cannot explain how they came to be, but I take responsibility for their lives and their existence.

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[ He doesn't smile, but there might be a slight lessening of the severity of his non-expression as he watches the care Thranduil takes in moving the beautiful egg to join it's equally stunning sibling. ]

That is what matters most. Do you have aid in their care? Have you tended to eggs of other species in the past?

[ Maybe he should enlist the aid of Wei Ying... ]

{The shells are lovely. Once whatever hatches, he will be keeping the pieces left behind.}

I am not a solitary parent. {Much...to his shock.} The one who laid them will assist in their care. I have cared for birds in the past. Thus far, I have kept this pair warm. If they are Dragons, they will be drawn to heat.

[ The news has Wangji nod slightly in approval. And finally there is an actual hint at a smile. ]

All should be well. Your instincts seem sound. Trust them.

[ Which is, naturally, the precise moment the two white rabbits he'd wound up here with hop into his lap and have him outright smile softly down at them, immediately setting to petting the soft fur to assure them of his love. ]

The young know when they are cared for.

{What adorable companions. Thranduil's demeanor softens too upon seeing those sweet fuzzy faces. He understands beasts better than Men and the rabbits, though young, trust this Lan Wangji fully.}

Tell me their names. {It's a strange custom - the naming of other creatures - however his own kind are guilty of it too.}

I have no ill feelings for this pair. The Dragons of Arda I detest {for good reason} but these are not them.

[ They really are the most adorable. Gentle fingers find the sweet bunnies' favorite spots for scritches and pets, motions slow and thorough to miss nothing. He blinks up at the question of names. ]

I have not given them names.

[ Though he thinks, gaze drifting down to fur again. ]

Wei Ying might, but he has yet to do so.

[ The mention of dragons and Thranduil's poor thought of those of his world has him disturbed, though one would be hard-pressed to recognize it by sight. He doesn't immediately answer though, preferring to think over words carefully. ]

It is good that you see them as beings apart from what you know.

{He longs to hold the creatures of the Greenwood - the fawns, the rabbits, the birds...}

They have names in their tongue. Wei Ying would be giving them secondary monikers.

{Where the eggs sit, there are blankets to cushion them and a small heater to drive away even the smallest of chill. No, he does not hate these children.}

I am cautious - as we all should be - but I am not blind to goodwill.

[ 'Their tongue' has his pale eyes flick up, widening just a little in surprise. ]

Do you know it? I would be glad to call them properly by name. [ There is a hint of awe in his tone. Of respect.

The clear care Thranduil has taken for the eggs is just another point in his favor. ]

Mm. Would that more people felt the same.

{There is a secretive smile at the inquiry, but Wangji's enthusiasm convinces him to be forthcoming.}

I do. {The voice of a rabbit is soft and he looks forward to listening to the children in Wangji's arms.} Allow me to see them in person and I will tell you.

{It's rude to ask for a name at a distance!}

Men are rash.

[ Oh gosh, if his ears weren't so tiny he's look (and act) just like a high elf! ]

Your majesty! The dragons, they are friendly things!

[ She smiles brightly, her glowing eyes full of amusement and reverence in one. ]

They will go to their city, no? To be with their kind.

{Technically, by Arda's standards, he would be a High Elf.}

I had not expected friendliness from them. The Dragons of my world are far different.

{He blinks and nods slowly. That does make sense.}

Then I will assist them in their journey.

[ But those ears are so TINY???

(Thank you, WoW, for having elves with over a foot of pointy ear.) ]

The dragons of my world, they are different too, but most of them, they are friendly. The blue and the black, not always so much.

[ She smiles again. ]

You will be a very good father, yes? Helping on their path, it is best for little ones of any kind.

{They are the perfect size, how dare you. WoW you made them too dramatic!}

There was another who spoke to me of color affecting personality. Could you be from the same world as Wrathion?

{His chin lifts the slightest bit.}

I have a son; I know what children need.

[ 20% ears, 80% elf. Perfect calculations! (Not.)

At the mention of Wrathion, she perks up a bit and smiles again. ]

Yes! I am knowing of the Black Prince, he is one of the few good black ones. Always is helping the heroes of our world.

[ At his little 'correction', she just cocks her head to the side a bit. ]

That is very good, yes. I am a teacher, I am knowing it as well. Dragons, they are a little different from the child, no?

{Only if you want them flapping in the wind! Or to be the target of arrows. Ouch.}

... {He had not fully realized Wrathion's nature, however it doesn't shock him. If anything, the fact Wrathion had hidden it - or not said - was likely for his comfort. How...diplomatic.}

I am impressed by him. {His esteem of WoW Dragons has risen a notch.}

What do you teach? {It hurts to remember Legolas, so little, so innocent, but those memories are precious to him.} Yes. My Legolas has never been like a Dragon - except perhaps in his stubbornness.

[ The very quickest way to get new piercings!

(She may have outed his princedom now, but she's so used to that being obvious that she doesn't think about it.) ]

Very impressive, yes. Always helping to save the world.

[ Mina turns a bit, creating little sparkles of arcane energy between her fingers. ]

I am teaching the basics of magic to the children. Before, it was only my kind, but now I teach to all of the Alliance.

{His ears are aching in empathy.

He had wondered about Wrathion - the scent of fire, the refined manners, his preference for fine craftsmanship, the gold hoops in his ears all pointed to nobility at the very least.}

A thankless job.

{But he might be a bit bitter on the subject.}

Alliance? {Magic is a touchy subject.} Does your magic heal or harm?

It is, sometimes. Many, they worry he will go mad like his brethren, but I do not think he would have helped so long if that was a risk.

[ Shrug. ]

Alliance, yes. It is a war-torn world, Azeroth. Always something happening, or just fights with the Horde. Humans, dwarves, gnomes and night elves, they made an alliance to fight together. Then my people joined, and then many else.

[ The glittering magic in her fingers turn more pinkish-purple. ]

I am not a priest or anyone else with the healing magic, but my magic is not only for war or defense. Many things are for travels and protection.

If he has people who believe in him, who can stabilize him, that does make a difference. I have seen madness; he does not seem susceptible to it currently.

{But that can change.}

He told me of the Drows in their twilight city. {Now he is drawn to another interest, however.} May I inquire as to your race?

{Thranduil eyes the color, unable to determine where on the spectrum she lies.}

You teach children of war?

Oh, no. The night elves, they lived in a tree the size of a city before the Horde burned it down. Those in their moon city, they are Nightborne. They joined the Horde. I think they are the same elves, only 10.000 years apart in solitude. Very strange.

[ Shrug. She doesn't really adventure, so she didn't pay full attention. There were portals to keep going.

Thranduil's comment about her job makes her a little huffy, though. ]

I do not teach children war! That would be terrible, no? I teach them where magic is from and how it works. The history and the use. Small spells for the oldest, but not so much.

[ He's kind of right, that's the problem. They will eventually at least experience war, but all races tried to shield their children from that for as long as possible. Hopefully most will be strange people in towers and not hardened warriors on battlefields. ]

Me, I am draenei. Our people, we are not natives of Azeroth, but the world, it is given us new hope. It is our home after the millennias of running from demons.

[ The little tendrils by her ears rise in a 'wave', and she pans the camera a bit to show her horns, tail and hooves. ]

I can understand different lines separating over a period of time. It has happened on Arda too. Every Elf must decide what they prize most. Still, the idea of a city bathed in the light of the moon and stars appeals to me.

{There are likely places in his palace where he has a clear view of the night sky above the tree line.

Her answer is comforting and he smiles.}

Then you are not rash. I am impressed.

{Children should be fiercely protected. He would never agree to them being taught powerful spells.}

I see. I do like the look of you. {She is cute.} I hope I do not cause you offense in saying so.

It is being very complicated. They closed their city, to be avoiding the demons instead of fighting with everyone else. Then they were trapped for very long.

[ She can't really blame them, as her people ran. It was the 'joining the demons' later that was the issue.

At his comment about not being rash, her smile softens. ]

My people, we live very long lives. I am a few decades of age by our people, but far older than the many other races. It gives time to learn what is important, yes?

[ I like the look of you is a funny way to put it, but gives him a little wink. ]

There is no offense in compliments, no? You are very handsome, but that is not new to hear, I am very sure.

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Mm that sounds familiar. {Multiple races on Arda had tried that ploy. He finds the idea tantalizing - why lose anyone if there is no reason to fight? - however he has trained his army to stand tall.}

A few decades is no time at all! {He smiles and inclines his head.} True. I watch others often; there is so much that is left unsaid.

{Thranduil looks pleased - he had meant it as a compliment.}

Few would dare to compliment me openly.

Why is that, hm? You are very handsome, I am being sure that many people can see that.

[ She gives him a little wink, enjoying a bit of flirting now and then, even if he might not be interested. It was just fun to do! ]

Have you been studying the people here and learned?

I fear I might be more intimidating than beautiful. {Which is how he prefers it, actually. His reputation is no accident.

She is cute and he doesn't mind the flirting in the slightest.}

I have. I believe I can tell the natives from those like us. What intrigues me is that they too are varied.

Intimidating? Not in the bad way. A king, yes, it is a little serious to be polite, but you are not so cold as you try to seem, no?

[ She smiles again, tail swishing a bit on her bed behind her. ]

...and I am agreeing with you on that. The prismals, they seem to mix their appearance a lot. Some, it might even the technology that makes them look different. Very unusual.

[ Elf, meet elf. The video opens on a young man in a park clearing, leaning against a tree. ]

I see Lunatia is overwhelmed with majesty as of late.

[ There is something a touch sharp about his smile. He bows with the effortless grace of a practiced courtier. ]

I am Cardan Greenbriar, of Elfhame.

...I expect that is a name as unfamiliar to you as the Woodland Realm is to me?

{Elfception~}

We cannot help our pasts or our titles.

{Not that he would want to in particular. Except when it comes to his wife and his father.}

Yes. But I am fond of your name all the same. {It reminds him of Greenleaf.} What is Elfhame like?

[[ ooc: sorry for this lateness! my classes started this week and immediately dumped 500 pages of readings on me :') ]]

Elfhame is comprised of shifting isles, where mermaid songs greet each moon's rise, and revels last into the bright hours of the morning.

The isle of Insmire is the seat of the High King. [ His mouth quirks with a half-smile. ] As my people are inclined to excess, there is no shortage of beauty at the court, nor of treachery.

[ Does he sound mildly wistful? It's possible. ]

What of your realm, King Thranduil?

{OOC: Oh I've been there! Sorry this is so late. ♥ }

Mermaid songs? {What sort of creature would that be? Thranduil suppresses a low sigh of longing. There are so many races he knows naught about!}

My court is overflowing with beauties; I have never seen an Elf that is plain or dull, though some shine like gems among the rest. The Greenwood keeps my palace secret and I have built its walls out of the trees themselves. Granted, there are stones too, but I much prefer green growing things.

My throne is seated far above. Twisting stairs lead to it and it too is made out of roots and branches twined together. At the top of it, there are antlers shed from the elk I keep as mounts.

{As for the state of his realm...}

A shadow has fallen over the Greenwood. Many now call it Mirkwood for that reason, however I know that the pests will be eradicated.

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[ And there is another tall lean man with long, long hair, lounging like only a dead powerful lord could, responding. It was an instinctive reaction to what was shown. The eyebrow over the one good eye rises. ]

Well. If you had paid attention to what we are told on arrival, you would at least know what to not expect. But that is too much for some.

[ ... not wrong, despite the insulting implication. And, as a Bystella, the mating part mostly has passed him by. He just thinks the question, or rather the expectation in it, unwise. ]

Beyond that, only time will tell.

{They share so much in common! Dread lords, one good eye...}

I paid attention. {Touchy, touchy. Thranduil narrows his eyes and drinks wine from a skin taken from his belt.}

Am I not allowed to make inquiries? Or to question what I was told?

{His lips twitch, almost a smirk.}

So you do not know.

Mm. It makes you seem desperate, but it's certainly not disallowed.

[ Hua Cheng shrugs. ]

Not offspring, certainly. Beyond that, no, I do not.

I wasn't begging or pleading nor was I screaming. How am I desperate?

{He stoppers his wine-skin and sets it aside.}

That depends on your idea of offspring.

[ Hua Cheng shrugs. ]

Offspring. Next generation. The ones to honor your name plate in the ancestral hall and all that.

[ Ha... hahahaha. ]

Don't you mean egg-spect?

[ She is so pleased with herself. Too pleased, really. This pun may be her greatest accomplishment in life. ]

{He stares at her for a good minute before attempting a response.}

Are you overly fond of playing with language?

I'd say I'm the normal amount of fond, but above average in execution.

That is debatable.

Are you a child of Man?

Uh. I'm a child of Nick and Sharon...?

I do not follow. Are those the names of your parents?

Is that not what you were asking?

No, I was speaking of your race; your species.

That's not very woke of you.

I don't follow?

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oops that should have been centuries but I'm sure he'd react the same

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yyyyep. Their leader is like 25.000

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