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Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë Aracáno (nolofinwe) wrote in thefeanorians,

"Oh, no I should not like to. She must focus on the other aspects of her wedding besides her dresses. We trust in the quality of your work and expect them to be fine pieces of art in and of themselves, Lady Anairë." And it was the truth. The last thing Ñolofinwë wanted to do was remind his sister about clothes when she'd finally turned her mind around to things like food and the celebration as a whole. The entire city would celebrate for days, if not an entire two weeks. They'd celebrate the whole year if Findis could manage to ge them to do so. Ñolofinwë's ears flattened at his own private musings but he shook his head.

"Lalwen--" he struggled again, brows furrowing, "Nay, nay.. I must not lie. And the truth will out I suppose--and so.. I have no reason for coming, and if I did Lalwen would be the least of them. She does not care for such frippery as Findis."

He offered a very brief smile. "But if I am irreparably disturbing your timeline I suppose I might say goodbye and let you return to your work. Else... I might ask you to walk with me."