Anchanti rises from the comfort of the sunlight along her closed eyelids, taking herself into a sitting position. Raising her eyes to glance over the newcomer, she inwardly stops herself from rising to depart. It was true, she hated forced socialization, but there was something about this elven that -
She stops her thought abruptly, catching the words spoken around her. suddenly her head begins spinning, and her senses freeze for a momentary blackout as perspiration moistens her forehead. Why was this such a rush to her? They were but words..words being passed from lips to ears...yet these words could do more harm than not. She forces herself to calm, leaning softly against Legolas' knees for support. Catching his eyes, she pauses, wondering how from such news he would still remain at such a calm level.
Turning away at a strange sense, her nose abruptly turning towards the scent of tears. tears were bitter. tears hurt her nose, her eyes, and her mind. She shakes off the feelings, wanting to somehow comfort Athailia. Yet how? She did not know her, she was not capable of friendly actions toward her. Feeling her own eyes well with a tear, she inhales sharply, blocking it away. Everything was crashing together so fast. She did not know this Haniora, yet from Legolas' stories, she felt as though she did. Leaning back against his knees again, she buries her cheeks into her palms, shaking her head slowly. Opening her mouth to speak, she quickly closes it again with a shocked expression returning. What was there to say?
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