iC: Inbox [Asgard]

[bythewaves]

My apologies for my absence
The wind may wander as it wills, and so betimes do I
If you wish, you may leave me a message

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[digophelia]

[ Alice would say that she is broken. As usual, Alice feels that she is unworthy of such affection. She'll just take this a slight defeat, knowing that he'll treat the children appropriately in training. ]

I am glad to have met all of you, too, Mr. Maglor.

[bythewaves]

As I am you, yenya.

[digophelia]

Ah-

[ As soon as the term of endearment comes to mind in his mother language, Alice awkwardly freezes up. She can't, it feels like she would be betraying her own father. Wouldn't she give for him meeting Maglor -- he would adore him. All of her family. ]

If you take the little one, I want to be there.

[ It isn't a question, it's a statement. He'll see how protective she is of little Alice. ]

[bythewaves]

You know you are always welcome, Alice. [ She knows the rules of the Citadel, after all - so long as she does not transgress them, Maglor is happy enough for her to be there at any time she pleases, with or without him ]

[digophelia]

Good.

[ Alice is not making promises from being an overprotective sister, however. ]

[bythewaves]

[ A soft laugh ] Then I will see you there. [ he would not doubt it ]