11-27-2020, 09:12 PM
She is a sour-faced girl and there is no particular reason for it. Galadriel has a doting mother, a loving family, and all the allure of a sweet-looking child; but it's never quite enough, is it? From her birth, she was always hungry, bursting with magic she didn't understand even as she was only learning her first word.
It came in violent bursts: a blast of red color, a dizzying change in scenery. Galadriel would cry and scream and wail until those that congregated around her were exasperated and spent. There was nothing for her but more magic. And she ate it up, that magic. Swallowed it into her chest and screamed it into existence until they all stopped and stared and felt a strange fear in their hearts.
Power, perhaps that was it. She needed the power because from the beginning she felt so weak. A child, so small, and yet constantly sucked into adult memories even when she didn't mean to. She couldn't understand those sights, those emotions - how could she? So small and frightened. Galadriel hated quaking. Hated crying. And grew to hate the weak things that lived around her, from squealing prey to soft-faced children.
When Galadriel finds Reave, almost as lost and as wild as she, there is not indication that they share magicks. She sees him and dives forth, without meaning to, plunging into icy water to feel what he has felt in his short life. Perhaps it was a need to find comfort, to find understanding, to know the mind of one as young as she. The magic doesn't last long, maybe a second, before he coat takes on the flashing colors or flames and she peers at him with proudly raised head:
"Who are you?" she sniffs. "I'm Galadriel."
@[Reave] <333
It came in violent bursts: a blast of red color, a dizzying change in scenery. Galadriel would cry and scream and wail until those that congregated around her were exasperated and spent. There was nothing for her but more magic. And she ate it up, that magic. Swallowed it into her chest and screamed it into existence until they all stopped and stared and felt a strange fear in their hearts.
Power, perhaps that was it. She needed the power because from the beginning she felt so weak. A child, so small, and yet constantly sucked into adult memories even when she didn't mean to. She couldn't understand those sights, those emotions - how could she? So small and frightened. Galadriel hated quaking. Hated crying. And grew to hate the weak things that lived around her, from squealing prey to soft-faced children.
When Galadriel finds Reave, almost as lost and as wild as she, there is not indication that they share magicks. She sees him and dives forth, without meaning to, plunging into icy water to feel what he has felt in his short life. Perhaps it was a need to find comfort, to find understanding, to know the mind of one as young as she. The magic doesn't last long, maybe a second, before he coat takes on the flashing colors or flames and she peers at him with proudly raised head:
"Who are you?" she sniffs. "I'm Galadriel."
@[Reave] <333