Let Me Sing You the Song of My People

[peacockherald]

Who: Vanyel Ashkevron & Anyone
Broadcast: Yes
Action: S.S. Starstruck
When: Now

[ The feed pops open to show Vanyel, his hair pulled back in a loose queue that falls over one shoulder. It's like he tried his best to look good for this broadcast, but that surely was not it at all. He didn't even bother to dye out that gray streak running from his temple back into the rest of his hair. In his arms he is cradling a guitar in his arms, fingers idly plucking, soft little twangs underscoring his words when he speaks. ]

Good day - evening, perhaps? It is so hard to tell on the ships. 

I was wondering, as we travel to our new destination, if any one would wish to share the music of their home worlds with me? Music has always been a passion of mine, and I feel that the music of a world tells a much deeper story than simply words. I would appreciate, and be honored, to hear yours. 

[ For those who are aboard the Starstruck, he is sitting in what counts as his room, strumming the guitar though the tune itself is something that is more at home in a medieval king's court than it is aboard a sleek spaceship - or even on a guitar. He will gladly receive any visitors who wish to stop by. ]

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[thatwhichyields]

[There are a great many words there that Phedre re-translates through context as opposed to actually understanding.]

I see. Are you born with your Gifts, or do you come into them upon being... Chosen?

[The question lilt is meant to be for both the inquiry, and to ensure she used the word properly. In her head she equated these Gifts to being god-touched. They were possible to come upon many ways, but those who were touched had a strangeness to them that was unavoidable. Phedre herself at times gave people discomfort.]

[peacockherald]

You are born with them, and Chosen after. There are quite a few Gifts, and generally speaking, you are born with only one.

_{[ Personality, he thought, had much to do with the choosing, but in all honesty no one was sure how the Companions chose their Chosen, and the Companions were not telling them either. They had their secrets, and the Heralds had simply learned to live without those answers. The Companions would not even tell them where it was they came from, especially not Grove-born Ronoldo. ]}

[thatwhichyields]

[Born with them? This, then, was someone else who lived their whole lives being different. But they, perhaps, saw theirs as less of an affliction than she did.

She ponders that, and eventually asks the questions pressing in her mind.]

Do you ever believe that your gift shapes you?

[peacockherald]

I believe that mine did, yes, but I came upon my Gifts later in my life, and not as one usually might.

_{[ No, his had been much harsher, a crueler awakening than anyone deserved. ]}

I rather think it depends on which Gift you receive. There are a number of them, and some have more impact than others. Bardic and Healing will I think steer you towards one thing more than Fetching would.

[thatwhichyields]

[It dawns on Phedre that perhaps their gifts are very different from her own, and thre was no way for her to get the kind of answer she was searching for tactfully.]

I see. Those must be very powerful gifts.