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[ambriel]

The door to Milliways opens, and someone steps in, carefully shutting the door after. At first, all anyone could tell is that this...person is tall, wearing what looks like dark pants and a white shirt, and is covered with a thin rime of frost. Dark brown eyes blink, carefully taking in the surroundings.

One hand scrapes up and over face and hair, then joined by the other, slowly brushing off the ice.

Ambriel steps forward, winding through the tables and chairs to stand in front of the observation window, and places one hand against the glass. The angel stares out at the end of the universe with an indecipherable expression.

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[ambriel]

"My sympathies. It is never easy to leave those you love behind. Will you and your daughter meet again?"

And it sympathy, or empathy, that Ambriel is showing, with an intense and direct gaze.

[starrydome]

He shakes his head. "No. The paths of elves and men are separate, for when the die they move beyond the circles of the world into mystery whereas my kind is tied to Arda."

[ambriel]

"I am sorry. It is little wonder that you spend what time you can, here. Have you learned anything new, here?"

Ambriel decides that continuing such a sensitive topic with a near stranger would probably be rude. The topic change is obvious, but sincerely curious.

[starrydome]

He is more than willing to go along with a conversational seagueway and so he answers the question with a smile, "Not a visit passes without me learning several things. It is one of the things I enjoy about this place. For example, I do not believe that I have met such a one as you. Exactly."

[ambriel]

"Then we are even," Ambriel says with a smile. "I am an angel. I don't know if your world has an equivalent, but I have been informed that there are others like myself here, that I have not met."

[starrydome]

Elrond considers this. "What are your people like?" he asks. That will give him a better chance of answering.