WHO: Aikanáro and OPEN WHERE: Wandering, many places around town WHAT: Thoughtful WHEN: Thursday afternoon RATING: TBD STATUS: OPEN/Incomplete
The sun was shining brightly on this day, and Aikánaro had decided to venture forth. He had spent a good deal of his time since he had arrived in this place in his room, reading the network, or visiting with his cousin Idril, who had been given the happy version of his life, if, indeed, any union between Elves and Men could ever end in happiness. For there would always be cruel sundering, when the short lives of Men came to an end, and their fëar left the world completely. They of the Eldar would always be left behind, clinging to hope that after the Dagor Dagorach, perhaps, at least, there would be a joyous reunion, if Eru so took pity on them.
The conversation he had participated in on the network with the lady who had lost her love, and with the bitter man who thought him untouched by grief - he! a prince of the Ñoldor untouched by grief - it was an absurd thing to say the least, and spoke of his great ignorance - but Aikanáro would not hold it against him, or judge him harshly for it. For he was not one to speak openly of his pain, it was his, and in a sense, it was all he had left of Andreth. Let others think that his heart, that his thousands of years of life had been ease and joy. He cared not.
He had walked that morning in the forest, laying his hands upon the trees, speaking with them, speaking with the birds and beasts that he had come across. The tales they wove to him were strange indeed, but they had no reason to lie, nor did he sense any untruths in their words.
Making his way back to town, he stopped by the cafe and got himself a salad (Aikanáro could not bring himself to eat creatures that had voices), and sat crosslegged on the ground in the grass. After he finished eating, he disposed of his trash and returned to the grassy place, laying back on his back and staring up at the sky, enjoying the sun on his skin and the cool ground beneath him. He could hear people passing by not far away, but he cared not. Let them see him, or come speak with him if they would. There were things he would not speak of with strangers, but like his Lord brother, he had enjoyed conversation with Men.