Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning

[entertainheir]

Who: First Breath crew
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS First Breath
When: After the Shuffle

[Another week, another Shuffle and there's been a few new additions to the First Breath lately! What's everyone up to? Hopefully nobody's allergic to chocolate-flavored dessert cream.]

Comments

[summerschild]

I don't think we have those in Westeros. The Children of the Forest are magic, and the stories say they have big ears, but I don't know about their shoes.

[realhumanbeing]

Maybe they're the same! Though Fenris says he lives in a city . . . what's it like where you're from?

[summerschild]

I'm from the North. There are a lot of trees, and fields. I lived in a castle, Winterfell, but it's gone now.

[He says it as simply as possible.]

I've never seen a city before.

[realhumanbeing]

[Oh . . . but Bran doesn't want to seem to linger, so Steven moves on as well. Though he does scoot a little closer, in solidarity.]

They're pretty cool! But I live on the beach. I like it more than a city. It's nice to be alone sometimes.

[summerschild]

The beach?

[Another thing Bran hasn't experienced, but he doesn't want to say so. Steven is Pretty Damn Cool to him right now.]

That sounds nice. Nicer than the North.

[realhumanbeing]

I dunno, snow is pretty awesome! But the beach is nice. Maybe we'll go to a planet with a beach! We've seen some weird stuff so far, so I mean, it's totally possible!

[summerschild]

We haven't had snow at Winterfell since before I was born, though it is very cold now that winter is coming.

[He said the thing.]

What sort of things do you mean?

[realhumanbeing]

Like . . . there was this planet that was full of arcades and casinos and ice cream and junk, and you could win prizes really easy. And there was another that was a giant forest, and it had dragons!

[summerschild]

[He has no idea what most of those things are - including ice cream, sadly - but "dragons" piques his interest.]

There are dragons here?

[realhumanbeing]

I think so? I don't know if he lived on the planet or if he's somebody on the ship . . . we could ask, though! Do you have dragons at home?

[summerschild]

Not in a very long time. The last ones were killed in a war more than a hundred years ago.

[realhumanbeing]

Oh . . .

[That's sad.]

Well, maybe you can meet one here! There's some pretty great stuff here.

[summerschild]

Perhaps.

[He thinks back to a question he had, a few moments before.]

What were those things you were talking about earlier? "Arcades", and "ice cream"?

[realhumanbeing]

Oh! Arcades are these places where you play games and earn tickets. And when you get enough tickets, you can trade them in for prizes. And ice cream . . . I'll get you some! We have some in the fridge, if you wanna come! I saved it from the last planet. It's a really delicious dessert.

[summerschild]

It's something you eat?

[He had been guessing, from "cream", but it isn't until the word "dessert" that he understands.]

What does it taste like?

[He's trying to stall the imminent "no I can't come with you to this 'fridge' thing because i'm broken"]

[realhumanbeing]

Really sweet! And cold . . . sweet and cold and really, really delicious! Come on--!

[And he springs to his feet.]

[summerschild]

[He does like sweet things, but once Steven jumps up his heart sinks into his stomach.]

I-I can't come with you, sorry.

[realhumanbeing]

Why--

[But of course, he's not an idiot. Steven's cheeks color, his expression falling as he realizes how insensitive he's been.

He kneels in front of him.]

Come on! I'll carry you!

[summerschild]

[Bran is taken aback by the offer. Concerned adults are always carrying him about, but no one close to his own age ever shows that kind of consideration.]

You don't need to, it's alright...

[realhumanbeing]

It's okay! I'm really strong now, I've gotten buff and junk!

[summerschild]

[He doesn't know what "buff" or "junk" are, or where Steven got them, but he doesn't want to sit here on the floor all day. He gives a little nod.]

Alright.

[realhumanbeing]

[He kneels down a little more, almost bowed to the ground. Between the two of them-- Bran crawling and Steven pulling at his arms when he can-- they manage to hoist Bran up onto Steven's back. Thank god Bran is relatively slender; it means Steven can actually stand (with a little hup!) and carry him fairly easily.]

This is our ship! Everybody's really friendly, and here's the kitchen-- can you cook? I'm learning how. The food here tastes normal, but it looks weird.

[summerschild]

[Bran locks his arms around Steven's shoulders, and takes in the short tour with wide eyes. The kitchen is particularly foreign. There isn't even a fire in sight.]

I've never tried. Will I have to learn, too?

[That's a daunting thought. There were servants for that at Winterfell, and the best he's learned from watching Meera is how to hold a frog over a fire.]

[realhumanbeing]

It's easy! It's just mostly heating up stuff. But you don't have to worry about it right now. Do you want ice cream?

[summerschild]

Yes, please.

[He gives the kitchen another once over. "Heating up stuff"? He's still confused.]

Where's the fire?