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IC time is: Mid Morning < About 9:32 AM >
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 24 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: First Quarter <VISIBLE>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 16 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3040>
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RL time: Wed May 09 12:11:03 2007
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Healing Talan
This hushed talan is a quiet place of healing for those Galadhrim injured in battle. White robed Quendi, one wearing a bracelet, easily walk about, tending to visitors, offering refreshments, and various other small jobs. Meanwhile patients lie on comfortable, sparkling pads, gazing out at a sweeping view of the wood. Sunlight streams though the leaves of the mellyrn, casting dancing shadows on the wooden floor. The air has a fresh, clean feeling. You feel better just resting here for a moment.

Contents:
Galharth
Annaiel
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The light of mid-morning shines softly through the open expanses of the Healing Talan, bringing for a healing warmth to those who lay within. With the light comes forth a gentle breeze, a breeze perfumed with the fragrances of garden flowers. The scent of roses is the strongest of all scents, and it beacons to the occupants of the Talan to come down to ground level to enjoy not only the scent but the beautiful sight as well.

Anor's light shines into the face of a sleeping ellon, and it draws him from his slumber. "I should like to go down to the gardens," he mutters softly as he struggles to sit upright upon his cot.

"Perhaps in a while, Tailor," an Attendant says softly as she seeks to help him recline upon the cot. "Later, when our duties are done, someone can escort you down to sit a while in the Gardens."

There is a soft whispered conversation from the entrance to the talan and after a moment, Annaiel enters in upon the waking tailor, still sporting his rewards for his experiment. A soft smile is offered to him as the simple dress of spun midnight blue rests on her frame. A sash of cobalt to match her eyes settles upon her waist and the dunadan tilts her head to him. "I had heard of your trial...it seems the troll cared not for your invention."

There is something in her hand and she settles next to him, looking down as she stands there. "The gardens will wait for you and in time you will see them. For now let that moment rest till you can engage them properly, this time I promise you will find no ambush and thorns awaiting you."

Scowling at the Attendant, the Clothier's expression softens as he turns towards the Ranger. "Still, it worked for a time, and had we acted sooner than we did, we might have fared better. It's hard to say. The beast was unual, and not only did it walk in the light of day, it spoke in the common tongue as well." As he says his last few words, Galharth shakes his head. "Even though we'd talked about it, it was not as I expected."

Turning his gaze towards the lady's dress, a smile lights up upon his lips. Both the color and cut suit you, Annaiel." He comments as he sweeps his gaze over the lady's clothing. Dropping his gaze towards the item in her hands, a brow goes up in curiosity. "Tell me, why have you come to visit the Healing Talan, this day. Certainly there are other, more interesting spots in the city."

"They may have interest, good Galharth, but they do not contain a friend recovering. Their interests hold nothing to the well being of your personage, if you understand." She slowly moves closer, turning the gift in her hand before extending it towards him. "Just something of little desire and want, but something all the same. I spoke to my eagle friend and he left this behind, rather unknowningly, but I thought you should have it. I can not offer you what it holds for me in meaning, but it is yours, dear tailor."

Fingers extend and if he should want to look further within the box is a piece of the soft down of the eagle's breast, having come lose, so soft is it. "For your bravery, I am not certain if you will care for it."

A softness sweeps over the clothier's expression, and he reaches out a hand to lightly touch upon the Rangers. "How kind of you to say." Galharth says with a smile. Pausing a moment he withdraws his hand to hold protectively for a moment, over his recovering ribs.

Taking a shallow breath, as if taking hold of his discomfort, he reaches for the box. "Down?" he repeats gently, with a tone touched of curiosity. "For one such as I, it is a gift indeed," he says as he lifts the lid to peer closely at the gift. "From that an eagle wears, woven into a garment worn by another." Glancing up from the down, a brow lifts as he peers towards Annaiel, "Did this eagle friend save your life?" He asks curiously.

"There is a story to my own feather. I gained it so by healing an eagle and another of his kin. In turn he gave me a gift. But when I had recently gone out to see this troll you have also laid eyes upon, I was lucky to have Gwamthor near by. He moved down to save me and Rhibi." She smiles softly, looking at the down from her friends breast. "We are both equal in our doings and I can not few friends as true as the great eagle that marked me." She brushes some curling locks of hair from her face to show the gold feather plaited within her hair. "That is his..along with the feathers that represent my family." She smiles a moment, then her face changes for a moment. "I had almost forgotten."

Shifting on her feet Annaiel bows her head to Galharth, a warm smile upon her lips. "Should you need healing only ask me. I promise to return soon, but there is something I must see to." She waits a moment, smiling upon the tailor before turning, her dress flowing as she exits the healing talon.

Watching the Ranger quickly leave, Galharth is left speechless for several long moments, staring at the exit that Annaiel had taken. Dropping his gaze, he peers into the box that contains the lady's gift. Tune passes slowly as the Tailor peers at the down with intense consideration. Finally a smile lights upon upon his lips. "This should go to Rhibi, as it comes from the eagle that saved his life." A soft chuckle sounds as he puts the lid back on the box. "Somehow it seems fitting, as the boy certainly needs something to guard over him during his wild moments."

With that the recovering crafter reclines back onto the cot and falls back to sleep.