After one of the accompanying Elves quietly poked Galadriel in the waist, she snapped back to herself, swiftly adjusted her bearing, and exchanged a few words with the delegation led by Inanna about their journey and some polite greetings. Her wording was impeccable, leaving no room for criticism.
When she returned to her room high in the Royal Court, closed the heavy carved wooden door, leaned back against it and shut her eyes, trying to recall the scene from just now, she discovered that her mind's impression of the delegation members was oddly vague.
Even that distinct pink‑haired girl Inanna, aside from that striking hair color, left almost no other impression.
In contrast, the image of that four‑sword Puki she had only glanced at twice at the very beginning, then lost track of while she was talking with Inanna, was unusually clear, carrying even a lingering sense of presence she couldn't shake off.
"That's really strange…"
