tauraran: (🍂 thou didst weave)
King Thranduil 🍂 Elven King ([personal profile] tauraran) wrote in [community profile] prismatica2020-08-02 12:01 pm

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{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}
pidgeypidge: (cause you wear me out)

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[personal profile] pidgeypidge 2020-08-03 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I know how it feels to be separated from someone you care about.

[She's obviously too young to have any children of her own. Gunther, the dragon hatchling she'd helped raise with Ren a while back, probably doesn't count, though she misses him every day.]

If it helps, I've gone home for a period of time, and time seems to work differently here than it does other places.

[Pidge is debating on whether or not she should tell him about her theory after discovering that other people she'd seen here had also been back at home while she was there.

Would it help? She honestly has no idea.]
pidgeypidge: (when you've begun)

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[personal profile] pidgeypidge 2020-08-03 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
It's really not.

[And it's true that she could probably just go to Lyestellus and attempt to locate Gunther now, but it's not something she's considered for a number of reasons. He's probably an adult by now and there's no guarantee that he'd even remember her.]

Oh, I'm sorry.

[She's tempted to ask, but it's none of her business and she doesn't want to pry.]

I ran away from home before I came here, and ended up being dragged into the middle of a war that's still happening while I'm stuck here.

[Pidge is just going to leave out the part about how she'd been dragged to another strange place before this one. Nobody wants to hear about that place.]

I don't know your son or your situation, but I can tell you that he probably thinks about you every day, wherever he is. I'm still not entirely sure how this place works, though, so... it's entirely possible that he might show up here one day.