[Ellana's joke takes a moment to register and Galadriel smiles in return.]
Fret not, they will remain in your head...I will simply need to see through them. For a time.
[Galadriel regards the book in Ellana's hands, flipped open and scrawled over with notes and observations. Silently she holds a hand open, asking for the book so she might read it.]
The mirror is best seen by starlight; what it shows is always clearer against the night sky. We shall need to find a silver basin and polish it well.
I also expect we should seek out privacy, when the time comes; I cannot imagine this art would endear me to the Inquisition or its Templars.
Np np
Fret not, they will remain in your head...I will simply need to see through them. For a time.
[Galadriel regards the book in Ellana's hands, flipped open and scrawled over with notes and observations. Silently she holds a hand open, asking for the book so she might read it.]
The mirror is best seen by starlight; what it shows is always clearer against the night sky. We shall need to find a silver basin and polish it well.
I also expect we should seek out privacy, when the time comes; I cannot imagine this art would endear me to the Inquisition or its Templars.