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IC time is:
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 31 Echuir <Stirring>
Moon phase: Waxing Gibbous <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 17 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3041>
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RL time: Sat Oct 06
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Rose Garden
You stand in a small rose garden dazzled in white, red, and yellow. Placed in an circular pattern about the garden, a walkway made up of small, uplifted ceramic tiles form rings of walking space surrounding a large golden mallorn planted in the center. Shade from its limbs splay outward over this walkspace to provide for a pleasant atmosphere. Here and there, benches, one with a lamp rising up out of the ground next to it, are placed for guests to enjoy the shade and the scenery.

To the south, a tall hedge hides the entrance to the shaded lawn. East, among a gnarly set of old oak trees, a small path leads to the Apothecary, while to the North another path leads to the Northern Gardens. To the West, a gate leads out to the Golden Roadway. Lastly, to the side, sparkling beneath a silver arch, a set of stairs can be seen leading to a talan up above. Reaching out to the bright sun, the flowers are open in full bloom.

Contents:
Galharth
Lostiriel
Rhibi
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The early afternoon sunlight is pale and golden, casting down its warm light upon the garden. The fragrance of blooming flowers honeys the light breeze which gently stirs the the leaves of the large mallorn, creating a soft rustling sound, and the shifting currents of the breeze hold all the traces of spring in it's light warmth and smell of sweet flowers. Overhead, not a single cloud obstructs the cerulean sky.

Seated quietly on one of the benches, Lostiriel holds a white rose up to her face, enhaling it's sweet scent. The pale blossoms fan out across her cheeks, and their color is nearly the same as that of her fair skin, save for the slight flush that colors her cheeks. Dropping the rose onto her lap, she lifts her head upward to fully absorb the warm sunlight.

Entering the Rose Garden, the Tailor Galharth pauses to inhale the fragrance of the roses. "Truely, this is my favorite spot in all of Lothlorien," he whispers aloud as a contented expression washes over his expression. His eyes fall to half mast for several long moments and then suddenly they rise open. Catching sight of the Courier Lostiriel, he lifts a hand to wave a greeting. "Well met, Lostiriel. Ti's good to see you this day."

A bird, brilliant in scarlet and black, flies across the garden, and perches on a branch above Lostiriel. The leaves sway beneath his weight, but unconcerned, he tips back his head and begins to sing.

The sound of a voice causes Lostiriel to lower her head from looking upward, and her expression visibly brightens when she sees Galharth. "Well met, indeed! And it is good to see you as well." She breathes deeply of the scented air and sighs. "It is a lovely place. And so beautiful." Suddenly, she watches as a bird flies overhead and perches above her and she looks at it with wide eyes for a moment before a smile curves her lips upward and she laughs lightly. "Yes, it is a very lovely place."

Glancing around the garden, the Tailor smiles. "It has come to be one of my most favorite spots. The lighting is good, day and night. The scent is pleasant, and the sounds that radiate from the healing talan and the nearby haunts of the Bards makes this a place that is hard to forget.

Tilting his head, Galharth smiles. "This place is also a grand place to bring forth thoughts and inspiration. Has it done so for you?"

The song spirals up into the air, fades. And then the bird hops down to perch on the back of the bench. It cocks its head curiously, and whistles; a musical trill.

"Yes, I do understand what you mean. I love to come here and sit and think. There is a certain calm here that allows clarity of thought. I can sit and feel free to allow my thoughts to wander... Of course, it is also a pleasant place to come and do little or no thinking, but rather just sit and enjoy the beauty." Lostiriel gives Galharth a sweet smile and looks at the little bird perched on the bench. "What an exuberant little creature." Then, turning to Galharth, Lostiriel asks, "Any special thoughts or inspiration come to you as of late?"

With a final trill, the bird struts along the back of the bench, fanning its tailfeathers wide, and bobbing its head; and then it launches itself into the air again, and vanishes through the trees. Its song floats back over the garden after a few minutes - it has perched in some other place, near but out of sight.

"Nay, I've had no special thoughts, but as you might know I spend much time here." Galharth says as he peers around at the familiar garden. "This place inspires healing of both the body and the soul." A deep breath and a slow release of that breath silences the Tailor for several long moments. When he turns his attention to the Courier, he smiles. "I was wondering about something related to the Royal Court. Both you and I are due for a mission that will take us to a kindreds realm. If given the choice, where would you go? Amon Thraundil or Imladhrim?"

Tilting her head to the side, Lostiriel listens as the bird's song begins to fade, and carefully considers Galharth's question. "It would be difficult for me to make such a choice. If pressed, I suppose I would choose Imladhrim." She thinks for a moment more, then nods. "Yes, that would be my choice. What type of mission is it? And what would your choice be?" A certain light of curiosity, of excitment even, begins to shimmer in the Courier's eyes and, picking up the rose in her hand, she begins twirling the rose between her fingers, waiting for the Tailor's answer.

Galharth hmmmms softly as he releases a hand from his staff to place upon his chin. "It'd be hard to say as I can not see myself leaving the wood anytime soon." Dropping his hand from his chin to rest once more upon his staff, the Tailor peers at the Courier. "I think it'd be Imladhirm as well."

A smile forms upon the crafters lips and he leans his head against his staff. "I've heard a number of people speak of Imladhrim. A love of the land is shared with a dislike, so I am left wondering." Focusing upon the elleth's face his smile widens. "Perhaps we should propose going together so that we could gain a balanced view?"

Smiling brightly in return, Lostiriel nods. "Indeed, I have heard much spoken of Imladhrim and I think that, yes, with the two of us, we shall gather a very wise and balanced view." A faraway gleam enters into her grey-blue eyes and there is a wistfulness to her expression. Shifting on her bench, she notes, "I should think, though, that it will be awhile until you will be able to travel." Lifting the rose, she once more enhales it's sweet scent, then, looking up, she asks, "But what is the purpose of this mission?"

"The mission? It could be nothing more than news shared between the two realms," Galharth says with a smile. Looking down towards his healing leg, the Tailor shrugs his shoulders. "To walk would be impossible, but perhaps I could take a horse." Taking a deep breath, the Crafter takes a few steps towards teh ladder that would lead to the healers Talan. "Perhaps we can meet another time to discuss this. I've an appointment I need to get to, and I can't be late." With that, the crafter heads up the ladder.