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Loki parks in Doriath for another six years. She manages to make friends with some of the people who have things to do in accelerated perception. The Men who started as babies are full grown. The spell comes along and she refreshes everyone serving as a sorcery backup on a routine basis. She visits people between stints of work; during same she does things that she doesn't have to move around much to do. Writes a memoir. Screws around with decorative illusions. Sleeps, when absolutely necessary.
She's asleep when the quake hits. But not for very long.
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Thor manages to stifle her giggles long enough to grab a bow. She intentionally picks a mediocre one, perfectly aware that she isn't even going to beat Loki let alone the Quendi.
Tyelcormo and Irissë spend a long time selecting one. They keep glaring at each other, but not with any particular dislike.
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And when everybody's got one they like and an arrow supply back to the wilderness location.
"Can you do a couple circling illusion dots, this size," Tyelcormo gestures, "a few hundred yards out?"
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"Circling like so?" Loki asks, putting a pair of blue dots that chase each other in a circle where indicated.
"Yeah. Warm-up target." He raises an eyebrow at Irissë.
"Feeling rusty?" she says.
"Feeling rusty?" she says.
That is objectively very impressive, Maitimo says, even if the two of them will steadfastly refuse to acknowledge it.
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I did concentrate on archery for a while before I had my grace spell. Don't have to walk to shoot.
Tyelcormo and Irissë can in fact reliably shoot moving dots at this range, and demonstrate it.
"Both," they say in unison.
And at far enough and fast enough, even the two of them aren't perfect, and spend a while adjusting to the new range and speed. "Best after ten?" Tyelcormo says.
After ten they've each hit eight.
After twenty they've each hit seventeen.
At thirty Irissë has twenty-seven and Tyelcormo has twenty-six.
"Told you," she says to Thor, "he's good for a boy."
After ten they've each hit eight.
After twenty they've each hit seventeen.
At thirty Irissë has twenty-seven and Tyelcormo has twenty-six.
"Told you," she says to Thor, "he's good for a boy."
"We should duplicate the goggles my father made Loki, for anyone else who wants a taste of Elven vision," Tyelcormo says.
She can see as far as the horizon in every direction with such clarity she could pick out the features of insects. She can see temperature! The brightest things around here are the people, Tyelcormo and Irissë outright glowing with exertion, and various animals stick out in the forest around them, too. She can see ultraviolet, and plants and the sky and the clothes the Elves wear are substantially more colorful.
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Loki replaces them on her face and turns them invisible again, complete with illusion to make it look like her hair's moving freely.