Okay. Keep your heart rate down, Marillë. Yes, this is the Prince Curufinwe. Yes, he's the most genius Elf in all Aman. But he liked your paper, he asked you to be here. There's nothing to be nervous about.
She knocks on the door.
Okay. Keep your heart rate down, Marillë. Yes, this is the Prince Curufinwe. Yes, he's the most genius Elf in all Aman. But he liked your paper, he asked you to be here. There's nothing to be nervous about.
She knocks on the door.
"Would I? I live up in the city proper and am not working on anything at all sufficiently interesting."
"Well, yes, but you've known not only him but everyone else with an informed opinion multiple orders of magnitude longer than I have."
"I know everybody. I'd say 'it's my job' but that'd be nonsense, it's just fun. But I might be biased when it comes to my father."
"I accepted an apprenticeship from him based on his showing up at my door saying he liked a paper I wrote and did I want to actually learn something. I am not wholly without reason to prefer to think he's brilliant enough to justify doing that."
And the unconventional apprenticeship continues to be productive, if not any more conventional.
She'll find a workshop partitioned so heated debates don't distract the people working elsewhere.
They have those a lot? Cool. ...Is her sister engaging in one such that she should probably not be bothered right this minute?
Good for her. Ahyadacil can loiter around for a while until she's probably done.
It's a pretty house! There's a courtyard, there are kids dangling from the trees, there's an adult sleeping next to the fountain with his giant dog.