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IC time is: Early Night < About 9:10 PM >
IC day is: Orgaladhad <Trees-day>
IC date is: 13 Ethuil <Spring>
Moon phase: Full <VISIBLE>
Earendil: Gil-Estel shines brightly above the horizon in the
western sky.
IC year is: Loa 18 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3042>
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RL time: Fri Oct 19 09:03:29 2007
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Green Roadway at the Gates of the City - Southern Arc

Coming from the long narrow bridge, open to the sky in all its infinite variety, and entering into the city itself is like stepping into a world of perpetual twilight. A wall of living green skirts the deeper color of the Green Roadway that you now stand on. Set with deep, time-worn stones of a rich emerald hue, the roadway runs alongside the feet of the high wall of living green which encircles the whole of the city. Enormous trees lean massive branches overhead. Shadows puddle secretively in small hollows between the trunks, and lights gleam invitingly from the depths of the wooded city. Perhaps a shaft of sunlight, perhaps a silvered lamp... musical laughter echoes from tree to tree.

To the southwest, the arms of the wall overlap a few paces, forming a gap secured by a great gate. A winding path leads up the hill, disappearing into the leaves of the mighty mallorn trees which tower tall and powerful on this hill.

Galharth
Calsir
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The stars of early evening twinkle as jewels in an inky black sky, creating a mystical and peaceful background for those out wandering in the night. The wind seems silent this eve, producing only occasional puffs of air from the south. It is the sound that offsets the sky, for the sweet elven voices ring forth from deep within the city with gentle tones and words that weave images of old.

The Tailor is among those out wandering this eve. With careful measured steps he diligently exercises his still weak leg. His expression reflects his stubbornness, and he seem oblivious to all he passes.

Another strolls leisurely up from the south, her arms laden with various flora from the wood. Mellryn leaves, fallen to the floor of the forest on their own, none plucked by her fingers, boughs from pine trees as well as other seemingly debris. However her arms carry each as if they are treasures, carefully so as not to drop any. Her golden curls fall freely this evening, dotted with twigs and leaves from her day rummaging amongst the brush, though her dark blue eyes twinkle merrily.

It is only when she crosses the bridge that she sees the Tailor, and one delicate brow raises upward, though a warmth enters her smile. "Mae Govannen to you Tailor. It is good to see you up and about, however mind that you do not tax yourself too far too fast." Gentle concern does color her words however, well aware of the last time the Tailor had injured his leg.

Looking up in surprise, clearly not expecting to be addressed, Galharth stops. "Ah Calsir! I've been looking for you, and now when I'm not paying attention, you find me." The Tailor says with a smile. With his staff pacing in time with his weak leg, he turns direction and heads directly for the dancer. Catching sight of the foliage in her arms, he lifts a brow. "Gathering props?" He asks curiously.

"Indeed, the Student Thorhur's student project has me thinking of an interesting dance recital, but I am sure you are not really all that interested in half thought out idea's of a performer." This last is said with a tilt of her head, moving to meet the Tailor half way. Her movements are all done almost unconciously, as if she is so intuned with her hroa that she is not even aware of the tiny motions needed to move. "You were looking for me? I hope it was nothing too pressing, I have not made it easy to locate me of late, not out of design mind you."

A smile receives the Dancer's comments. "I saw Thorhur the other day, and he seems to have grown into the role of a Learner." Shifting slightly, adjusting his weight upon his legs and his staff comfortably, Galharth nods. "I should like to start taking dance lessons in the hope that it will finally strengthen my leg enough to walk and move without the aid of my staff."

A pleased smile flits across the Dancer's mien as she speaks, "Thorhur is now a Student. I would have to agree with you, however, the ellon has a definate flare for his chosen specialty." His next words give her pause, however, and a studied eye is given to his one posture and leg in question. A gentle hum is emitted from her lips, thoughtfulness filling her gaze. It is a moment or two before she speaks in regards to his request, and even then she does so hesitantly. "Dance could help strengthen and tone, help regain lost muscle mass. It would be a long and tedious process...I am familiar with injuries to the legs, knees, and ankles and I know the importance of limitations and only stretching, never quite breaking them. This is how one strengthens without injuring further."

"The process might be long and hard, but for the moment I walk hours and hours each day." Galharth says with determination. "I know not what else to do, so I'd welcome some help, even if it means more work." Taking a deep breath, he releases it slowly. "And with that said, I must get on with my walk if I'm to be back in time for an appointment made for a fitting." Taking a step away, he offers a smile to the Dancer. "Let me know when and where I'm to show up, and I'll be there with thanks upon my lips." With that the Crafter turns and sets off on his walk.

The Scholar gives a acknowledging tilt of her head to his words, her own jaw is set with its own brand of determination. "Of course Tailor, I will probably be at the theater for most of the next moon's phase, if not longer. Before you come, make sure you aquire loose fitted clothing, but not any that has too many dangling bits to trip you up. I also would prefer if you come fresh, and not from one of your walks."