It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
Oh.
Maybe her world has an afterlife. This is good if it means she gets to see her parents again and terrible if it means she's never going to see her husband again.
--Is Imliss anywhere nearby?
Yep. She even has the fingers back that had rotted off from frostbite.
"...Hello?" She says. ...Not in any of the three languages she had known before. She now speaks a fourth language. For some reason.
Okay then. They have officially exhausted Idaia's knowledge of what to do in this situation. She's just going to hug Imliss until someone attempts to interact with her.
Reasonable. The two of them can eventually get up and do that too.
Not the worst afterlife ever, then. Although, uh. Maybe they should figure out clothes at some point.
Lakes contain water which is necessary for survival, so someone probably should at some point. It's not urgent, though.
It's sort of weird having a sun again.
...So this is not Valinor but are there any edible plants nearby? They should eat.
Great. They will identify edible ones and eat them and drink from a creek.
Something weird is up with these other humans and it seems to be different from the weird thing that's up with them, if this isn't an afterlife, but there doesn't seem to be a practical way to deal with it. Aside from going on being a good influence, she supposes.
Okay, that's maybe sort of weird but she doesn't know anyone but Imliss either.
...Elves just started fully grown. And humans were supposed to start at some point. And all those fucking prophecies had a sun in them.
So if this is that---
Okay which way is west.