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[thoughts]

[ in the feed, river can be seen wearing a newly appropriated dress, a nice green and flowing thing that billows out around her legs in a passing breeze. she's standing up somewhere high, the surface rounded and colourful; her ( bare, as always ) toes curl around it to give her balance, and she's staring down at them with wide eyes. ]

Finally found her. She won't stop crying.

[ there's a creak of metal, and river goes to one knee, just in case, braced against a fall that doesn't come. her head tilts curiously and you know what, fuck it. she's just going to lay down completely, one ear pressed to the roof of the carousel in the dark carnival. there are a few natives telling her to come down, as well as a few ghosts hovering nearby; no signs of anyone crying, and river pets her hand across the space beside her head. ]

Shh. Don't be sad. It'll all be over soon.

[ ooc; just a little bit of newbie metaplot for y'all! this is sort of forward dated to later on day 450, so i guess i could've posted it tomorrow but i do what i want, thor. just in case, river's permissions post is here! ]

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[thoughts]

[ the world tree. yggdrasil. mother of all. river hadn't considered it, and she gets lost in the notion. she speaks in a daze, eyes unfocused on some point behind maglor. ]

Gēgē doesn't like it when I cry. It's bitter.

[bythewaves]

Many tears are, but not all. [ It is so easy to fall back into the habits of the past - he musn't, but memory betrays him ]

Tears may be those of joy as well, or healing, or release. Which are yours fileg?

[thoughts]

[ she's quiet a minute, drawn in by the question. joy, healing, release. crying is supposed to be cathartic. ]

Fear. And - and hurt. [ she frowns and ducks her head. ] Yǒuzuì, and death.

[bythewaves]

[ Yǒuzuì he does not know, but gege he recognises from the last time, and he can guess based on context ]

Then bitter indeed they must be, and your brother must grieve for you in turn, little bird. Will there never be tears of rejoicing or are all your paths drowned now in sorrow?

[thoughts]

[ a beat as she considers, and then says quietly, as though imparting a secret: ]

Waiting for a miracle.

[bythewaves]

Aurë entuluva, utulië'n aurë - Day will come again, the night is passing. [ He says quietly ]

Though long and long may this night be.

[thoughts]

[ her eyes lift, because she doesn't recognise the language from any roots of earth's. something new, something special, and he's giving it to her. she repeats it as closely as she can: ]

Aurë entuluva, utulië'n aurë.

[ messy, just a little bit, and she hasn't the time to learn. ]

Sun still waits for her turn to rise. It'll all be over soon.

[bythewaves]

[ He smiles at her attempt - it is a good one. ]

Auta i lomë - The night is passing.

[ Old is the language, and it sounds like water flowing, like leaves rustling, like music. It is no language of Mortal Men, but perhaps it is influenced their ancestors, once upon a time ]

Morning always comes, e'en if it is not our eyes that see it.

[thoughts]

[ soundlessly this time, she mouths his words again - auta i lomë - and soaks in the rest. ]

If she dies, like she's supposed to -

[ if they fail and everything falls into winter; ]

- how do we know? That it'll still be bright.

[bythewaves]

We do not. We only Hope.

Ónen i-Estel, ú-chebin estel anim - I give Hope, I keep none for myself.

It is said in my world, that estel - High Hope - is founded in our very nature and first being. If we are indeed the Children of the One, precious and dearly loved, then he will not suffer Himself to be deprived of His own, not by any Enemy, not even by ourselves. And so we trust that day will come, even if we do not see it.

[thoughts]

[ she seems to be having quite a few conversations on belief systems lately. the shepherd must be smiling somewhere. ]

Ú-chebin estel anim. She's never been much for faith.

[bythewaves]

Maybe, but what of you, fileg?

[ It is not belief, as such, not for Maglor, who sat at the feet of the Powers in his youth, but trust. He cannot (will not, does nor dare) hold it for himself, but for others... ]

Will the sun rise for you?