The dust of their arrival hadn't yet quite settled. Syeira had certainly expected a rougher welcome, but it hadn't been the small war she'd been prepping herself for, even before she had convinced Maglor to try and sail. Still there was a lot going on. Not the least of it was explaining herself. Being not of Arda had caused a bit of a stir, and she'd find herself having to explain a lot of things. At times, she missed the anonymous simplicity and easy acceptance of their life in that eastern beach.
Truth be told, though, the Valar barely fazed her with their questioning. Gods weren't as humbling or intimidating as the woman who was her mother in law. Not that she'd been anything but welcoming and kind to Syeira. More it was that her opinion meant more than any other, and Syeira hadn't actually gotten it. Not in full.
So armed with a tray of tea and a light meal, to smooth the way (she want above a bribe ok), she stepped into Nerdanel's work room, clearing her throat to announce herself, since her hands were too full to knock.
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Date: 2018-08-13 02:34 am (UTC)Truth be told, though, the Valar barely fazed her with their questioning. Gods weren't as humbling or intimidating as the woman who was her mother in law. Not that she'd been anything but welcoming and kind to Syeira. More it was that her opinion meant more than any other, and Syeira hadn't actually gotten it. Not in full.
So armed with a tray of tea and a light meal, to smooth the way (she want above a bribe ok), she stepped into Nerdanel's work room, clearing her throat to announce herself, since her hands were too full to knock.
"May I come in?"