oh, canada.

[liugan]

[ Staring out the window. Nearly a foot of snow. ]

I do highly endorse relocating to another, less winter-afflicted area of the globe, dear writer. This is absurd.

And please stop listening to that song.

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[elvenkind]

As my lord insists.

[ Demurely lowering her gaze so as not to cause offense, though she disagrees. ]

[liugan]

You would not call a scribe a warrior.

[elvenkind]

I have known them to be one and the same.

[liugan]

Have you? Men who have conquered great lands armed with a simple quill?

[elvenkind]

Now my lord is playing coy with his words.

[liugan]

You presented me with an opportunity I could not resist.

[elvenkind]

Ai, I stand before him undignified and graceless.

[ The curtsy is deep and sincere and therein tinged wry. ]

Nuitho i 'ruith, hîr nín.