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[princessia]

Who: Elize Lutus & YOU?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress (or whatever ship that Elize winds up being invited to)
When: Now - October 4th

Umm... hello, everyone.

[ The broadcast opens up with Elize sitting in her personnel room. Some drawings done by her and Cole can be seen hanging on the wall in the background, along with a little painting of pink flowers. On the desk is a small stack of even more paintings. Very rarely does Elize broadcast her own fleet wide posts on her own will. She finds it somewhat easier to speak one-on-one on other posts, not so much when it's broadcast to a fleet of people.

The little girl has her hands propped on her lap, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. Her cheeks are slowly turning a faint red as she records herself. She'd prefer not to make any posts, but she feels it needs to be done at this time. ]

Some of the Huntress crew went back home. My friend, Shirley, too. She left behind these paintings that she got from the previous planets and stations, I think?

[ She lifts one of the art pieces from her desk to show it off. Looks like it might be a painting of some sort of plant from a different planet...? Who knows. ]

I thought I should share these. I think Shirley would like it if I did that. [ And it's something for everyone to remember her by. ] If anyone wants one, you can visit the Huntress or if you want, I can go to you. Just let me know.

[ That's about all she wanted to say. She gives a little wave goodbye to the camera, then ends the recording. ]

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[princessia]

[ She shifts the shirt to hang off of her arm and carefully holds the necklace in her hand. Reaching over with her free hand, she tries to take Stefan's hand. If he lets her, she'll start gently tugging him in the direction of her personnel room.

Sorry, she doesn't think much when she tries to hold someone else's hand. Unless she thinks you're scary. ]

It's this way.

[stefanged]

Okay.

[He stares down at her hand for a second - she's willing to trust him? - before accepting it and following her forward. If he were honest, it makes him feel a little homesick (his niece would tug him forward just so too, every now and then).]

Where're we going, exactly?

[princessia]

[ Much like when she first met Jude and Shirley, she quickly took their hands despite only knowing them for a short time. ]

My personnel room.

[ When they reach the room, the door is already open. It's the same room that was broadcasted on the feed. Drawings hanging on the walls and vases of flowers decorate the room. The paintings are stacked in a neat little pile on the desk. ]

Here. Feel free to take a look.

[stefanged]

Thank you.

[Unwilling to let go of her hand for the moment, his gaze instead turns towards the drawings already on the wall. Almost shyly, because he's not sure how she'll take it,] I like these too. Did you draw any of them?

[princessia]

Some of them, like that one.

[ She points a finger at one of drawings, which is a pig with long rabbit-like ears. The drawing is rather childlike with very stiff lines and clearly not done by a professional. ]

My friend Cole drew the fancier ones.

[ The "fancier" ones are a bit more abstract, full of spirals, spikes, and all sort of different colors that somewhat make a shape of an animal. Some of them of people. ]

[stefanged]

["Aw." The word hangs on the edge of his tongue instead, as he focuses on the one with the rappig. An unfamiliar animal, but kind of a cute one if he tries to imagine it.]

Your friend's a good artist. [Well, honestly, he's not sure - they're fascinating, and they're hung up in her room, so he feels like he has to praise them. Stefan wasn't much for abstract art to begin with.] But I'm kinda fond of this rabbit-pig you've got too.

[princessia]

Oh. Thank you? It's a rappig...

[ She replies with an uncertain tone. She's aware that she's no professional artist, but it's fun to doodle nonetheless. When she isn't wandering on a station or a planet or if they're just drifting along space, she had to find some way to keep herself occupied. She did similar when she used to be locked up alone with Teepo. ]

If you want, you can have it.

[stefanged]

You're welcome - and really, it's okay. I don't want to take more than this.

[He finally turns towards the paintings Shirley had collected, going through each one until he finds one he likes. It's a landscape of the sea - a fitting memory for someone from a floating ship, he thinks.]

I'm not much of an artist - I write, mostly - but you should keep it up. Your rappig looks pretty good from here.

[princessia]

Thank you. I'll do my best to keep it up.

[ Which is what she often says and does too. Perhaps those little doodles will improve over time if she keeps doing them. She cracks a small smile. ]

What do you write about?

[stefanged]

Glad to hear it.

[He laughs a little at the question, more out of embarrassment than anything.]

Honestly? A lot of romance, some mysteries... whatever pops into my head at that moment. It's not super organized, but it keeps me busy.

[princessia]

O-oh...

[ She remembers Dorian and Isabela reading romance stories out loud over the network before. They were weird and embarrassing. She probably shouldn't ask any more about that. ]

I write sometimes too! Um... letters to people. And I like to make up songs. I haven't written those down though...

[stefanged]

[Taking that subject change for all its worth!] Letters are fun to write, especially the handwritten kind. I don't think I've done it in a while.

Hey, I know we've just met... but I wouldn't mind helping you write down some of those songs.

[princessia]

Um, well... there isn't that much to write.

[ A little shrug of her shoulders. She could write it down on her own, but the only writing system that she's familiar with is Rieze Maxian. If she could write it down in different languages, it might be easier to share with people. But her songs are usually rather short, only a few verses from the top of her head. ]

They're short songs.

[stefanged]

Short songs're still important ones to me.

[Gently:] I'm fluent in about three languages on Earth. Most people can read my first one, but I figure, if we write them in multiple languages, it'd be easier to read.

[princessia]

Earth is where you're from?

[ Well, she knows earth can mean the ground. But from the sound of it, she realizes he's referring to an actual place. She obviously didn't recognize all the Earth references on the fleet. ]

That a lot of languages. I only know how to write in Rieze Maxian.

[stefanged]

[He nods.]

Earth's also got a ton of languages, and it was important to me. [Totally downplaying this, because it make make her feel more at ease] Plus, I can't write in Rieze Maxian, so you know... that's a cool skill.

[princessia]

Cool? I guess so.

[ There's only one other language she knows of in Rieze Maxia and that's the writing on Aifread's treasures. But not many can read that one. May there are others. She's not sure. ]

Did it take long for you to learn multiple languages?

[stefanged]

Not too long. I learnt English and Arabic when I was little, and then picked Italian up at school.

[His parents were immigrants from Jordan, an Arabic-speaking country, so he learnt it simply by interacting with them at home. He'd also admit to knowing Latin, but as far as he's concerned, it is a very dead language.]

If you want, I could try to teach you one of them? For writing purposes?

[princessia]

[ She smiles. ]

I would love to learn.

[ Then she can show off to other people what she learned. Due to her living circumstances, she never had the opportunity to go to any school. Most of her skills are in spirit artes and how they work. ]

[stefanged]

Then we'll make it happen.

[His smile grows a little wider in return as he finally picks up a painting and holds it carefully in his hand.]

Just let me know when you're free, and I'll hop over.