TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[second_time_around]

[It's the star that catches Fëanor's attention. He's just making his way along the unfamiliar streets, trying to map his surroundings, when he sees the boy sitting outside a cafe.

One thing you can say about Fëanor: nothing escapes his notice, not even the smallest details. And that star... well, it's not a small detail at all. He wants to call out, to demand to know why the boy is wearing that, but... he's a child. So Fëanor checks that impulse, instead, striding up to the boy's table, and slipping into a chair opposite him.]

Tell me, lad. How do you come to be wearing that star on your shirt?

[muscovy]

[Wide, purple eyes look up at the elf, trying and failing to hide how much the sudden approach scares him. He isn't running, but only because there isn't really a place to run with him sitting between the couple and this stranger.

Because while he was looking at Fëanor and already thinking that he looks more like Celegorm than Legolas, he also knows that the family that he now belongs to isn't exactly the most popular one among elves from Maglor's world.

Still, there are good reasons why he wears the star. So he pulls himself up a bit straighter. There are many ways in which he could answer, and in the end he settles with:]

Because it heralds the house that I belong to.

[second_time_around]

[Fëanor studies the boy, watching the fear cross his face. It's an expression he's not entirely unused to, especially when people are looking at him. Still, he's not so far gone (or is he?) that he would frighten a child purposely. So he leans back in his chair, a small smile on his face, doing his best to look unthreatening.

He's not entirely sure he'll succeed at that, but he tries.

And he's impressed with the boy's determination to stand his ground, and the pride in his voice when he answers.

Still. This child is not an elf.]

And how did you come to be a member of this house? Surely you were not born into it.

[muscovy]

[Not an elf, but not human either - there is something distinctly larger than human in his presence. He calms down a bit when Fëanor reclines yet remains tense (and really, the more he looks at this guy, the more he makes him think of... (Maedhros, picking up his battered brother and commanding Celeborn away; Maglor, picking up Muscovy while singing to keep the hounds at bay and kill them).)

He wonders where Maglor is. Somewhere in this building for sure...]

I am Maglor's, yes?

[He still has no actual word for it; claim is not quite right, nor is adopting. Some kind of asymmetric contract, but...] Since I arrived here.

[second_time_around]

[Not an elf and not a human, no. Perhaps not even really a child? Fëanor's gaze is intense as he studies him, not entirely sure of what he's seeing.

He doesn't like not knowing things. But he does like learning.]

Maglor's ... what?

[There's the Sindarin name, which causes him to frown. It sounds so harsh to ears used to Quenya. Still, he can't blame the child for that.]

Is he your liege lord? You're wearing it out of loyalty?

[He doesn't think that's the case, but he's curious to hear the answer.]

[muscovy]

No.

[It's a complicated situation, and after a moment he decides to just give the briefest of descriptions.]

He took me in, and I think he would adopt me if he wasn't a son of Fëanor. Because many people are very angry at him and the others, and he thinks that bad things will happen eventually and that they will happen to me, too, if he adopts me. And that they won't happen if he doesn't adopt me. [Which is a nice thought and appreciated, but ...really, Muscovy doesn't believe that it is that easy.]