“<b>I grow weary of war.” Allassiel pushed her hair back from her face, and leaned down to watch the path below. “Is this what Eru envisioned for us? To be beset on all sides by evil? To watch those we loved be destroyed by hate and greed?” She fell silent, her gaze following a young elven couple with a small child. They walked, hand in hand, beneath the walkway as their child raced ahead. Laughter rang out in the air, the rare childish sound bolstering her spirits somewhat and bringing to mind the mirthful play of her own two daughters. “How is it that anyone could hate something so pure?” she muttered aloud. <br/>
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She turned to Lotharn and motioned down to the path below. “I would wish to find repast now. Would you join me? Perhaps too, we shall find my cousin.” She offered him a brief smile, her eyes still bright with memories of her own family.</b><br/><br/><br/>“<b>I would like to see everything,” Pegawen replied, echoing Meliadriel's easy grin. “I am most fascinated to know what libraries and gardens the city holds. And perhaps I should speak with those at the healer hall, they may know such techniques that we had not where I'm from. And maybe even –“</b><br/><br/><b>Meliadriel threw back her head and laughed, the sound catching Turmiel's attention as he glanced back from his work to watch the two maidens speak. “We will need several days, it seems, to show you all which your heart desires. Come, I will take you to the herb gardens first. They grow between the dining hall and the healer hall, as both use them.” Meliadriel stood up and glanced over at the forges while she waited for Pegawen. Noticing she had an audience, she smiled and reached up to smooth her hair, before waving at Turmiel. “Ready?” She asked Pegawen.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Yes, I am ready,” Pegawen replied, her gaze darting between the two. “Do you think that Turmiel would like to join us?” she asked, causing Meliadriel to blush. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>I could ask him, though he's oft busy with his work until late.”</b>