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[Feb. 26th, 2011|08:46 pm] |
*following through with his request, has gone with Aulendil to a point somewhere in Ossiriand's rich green wilderness, where he's spent all day attempting to complete a task that apparently every one of Aulë's Maiar could do within a week of embodiment on Arda: namely, raise a hill* *a structurally solid, geologically consistent, aesthetically pleasing hill*
*would be satisfied with just structurally solid, at this point—thus far, he's melted three good-sized patches of bedrock into magma and has reduced quite a lot of grass to cinders (wince)* *did manage, once, to pull up a vaguely hill-like structure, but that instantly collapsed into the sinkhole left beneath*
*drops his hands to his sides as another swath of grass bursts into flames* *extinguishes the blaze and sighs, turning to his companion* All right. What did I do that time? The soil doesn't want to budge all at once, no matter how I Sing at it. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2011|05:18 pm] |
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*can't quite believe what she's gotten herself into with this jewelry show gig* *had some little catwalk show in mind, maybe some sashaying, a twirl-snap at the end* *definitely wasn't expecting a high-society exhibit featuring the models as living art, each dripping with enough diamonds to feed a small country for a month*
*on the evening of the gala, finds herself perched on a raised pedestal set in the midst of a sparkling pool, the hem of her long silver gown trailing out into the water* *sits very still while the makeup/hair/accessory people fuss over the headdress and glitter and, of course, the diamonds* *drinks in the details while she can; as part of the VirtuesTM collection showcase, she's portraying blind(folded) Justice*
*minutes before the doors are to open, her fingers are guided around the gleaming scales and sword, and she has to stamp out the urge to giggle or kick her feet* *is solemn and serene and... and just, dammit* |
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