[ Melkor enjoyed wandering around the outer circle of the world a great deal more than the other vala, and had assumed the delights of the fell creatures who'd led him here might be his alone to enjoy of the Ainur. Selfish, but he loved to have secrets of his own.
But when he hears the familiar sizzle, when the fabric of his mind senses something know to him on its outer edges, he takes up his glass of wine, and snatches another up from the passing platter held by some manner of mortal servant, and drifts towards the source of that familiarity.
The line of his mouth slanted, the veins of molten rock flowing forward over his stony skin going bright and hot for a moment before he remembers he should match better the appearance of his hosts. So his figure goes a little smaller, skin softening to something like flesh, the brilliance of his spirit cloaked into physical form; garbed in black as dark as shadow, the handsome, long fall of his black hair gathered into a loose plait that lays forward over his shoulder. He offers Mairon one of the glasses, black brows arching. ]
Mairon!
But when he hears the familiar sizzle, when the fabric of his mind senses something know to him on its outer edges, he takes up his glass of wine, and snatches another up from the passing platter held by some manner of mortal servant, and drifts towards the source of that familiarity.
The line of his mouth slanted, the veins of molten rock flowing forward over his stony skin going bright and hot for a moment before he remembers he should match better the appearance of his hosts. So his figure goes a little smaller, skin softening to something like flesh, the brilliance of his spirit cloaked into physical form; garbed in black as dark as shadow, the handsome, long fall of his black hair gathered into a loose plait that lays forward over his shoulder. He offers Mairon one of the glasses, black brows arching. ]
Mairon.