“As it is the night before All Hallows’ Eve… I think it is time I get into the spirit of the season at last.” Mairon mutters as his form shimmers and he takes on a new look.
|| Gonna make a thread of Halloween looks for the muses.
@OfTheOldForest — coolness of her hand in his as he releases it. Perhaps he is being foolish, he certainly can hear a whisper of Melkor calling him such in his mind, but he cares not. He wishes desperately to share the forge again and, to his eternal surprise, he wishes to make her confident.
Making such an admission could prove costly indeed, but luckily for her Mairon is not looking to cause trouble and sow discord. For the moment at least.
"Perhaps you might join me in the forge? We can both put our gifts to work besides each other and both practice what we've --
She started to shake her head, but caught herself. In truth, Goldberry feared her gifts, and a lack of practice had made them rather chaotic. But admitting that to Mairon was likely a bad idea.
"Oh, perhaps...' she waved a hand flippantly.
@OfTheOldForest — him to abandon a physical form and flee as a spirit.
“The forge is tucked into a small mountain range in Rhûn.” That is said to change the subject and soon enough, he’s turning so he might head in that direction. He misses the heat of his forge just as he misses the —