Varda had sat quietly in the Seventh Star for some time, observing the goings-on. She
laughed slightly as she watched people drift off to sleep after eating Rimbaud’s soup, wisely, after seeing the effects, she had declined the offer of soup.
She wondered how the meat could possibly keep replenishing itself, but shook her head and decided not to confuse herself thinking about it.
She saw Menelduliniel and Estelarion with some other elf, sitting drinking together, and went over to join them. She knew Menelduliniel and Estelarion from travels, but this other elf, she hadn’t met before.
“Greetings, I’m Varda,” she said politely, before sitting down.
[ December 02, 2002: Message edited by: *Varda* ]
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