get your mingle on

[curiositykilledthecats]

Who: SS Huntress and visitors
Broadcast: N
Action: Ship mingle!
When: Time is an illusion

[So, we've been returned to our ships, and they're all different now! Having lower ceilings must suck for those of you who are actually not tiny.]

Comments

[princessia]

Um...

[ There's a slight discouraged droop of her head at her response and she drops her arms to her sides with a nervous sway. She only looks about twelve, still more of a young girl to most than a woman. She's definitely not one of the more loud, lively types of children though. ]

Do you not like it here? You don't have to worry. The people here are nice.

[steeledskin]

[ too nice. ]

M-my brother. [ she sighs. ] He's on a different ship.

[princessia]

Oh...

[ She lifts her head up to look at her. She can understand wanting to be elsewhere, to be closer to someone that you care for if that's what this is about. The Huntress wasn't Elize's original ship after all. ]

You can transfer ships to be closer to your family, if that's what you want. I've did it before.

[steeledskin]

[ her head shakes; she wishes it were so simple. ]

They haven't the room. They haven't got the space. And I... [ sigh. ] I wouldn't want to intrude, you see.

[princessia]

They can get more room. You wouldn't be intruding. You're his family!

[ Therefore, she should be welcome on the other ship. ]

[steeledskin]

[ she wishes it were so simple -- but bran, despite being the younger, is now the lord of their family. she must wait upon his invitation. at least, she does not begrudge him in taking his time with it.

she has faith that it will come eventually. ]

-- More room? Can they? How?

[princessia]

The crew has to fill out paperwork agreeing to expand their ship. Just like what we did with this ship. It used to be much smaller here...

[steeledskin]

Such an awful lot of work. [ or so it sounds, and sansa doubts she's worth it. ]

[princessia]

It's not that difficult.

[ Just two names on a form, is all.

She frowns, crossing her arms in an attempt to appear tougher than she is. She probably looks a little silly, different from her shy default demeanor. ]

I think you should just ask them.

[steeledskin]

No. [ a shake of her head. ] I'll wait -- and be invited, in time. It's only proper.

[princessia]

[ She's silent a moment. Well, she doesn't want to force her to ask. It took her awhile to change ships herself, after all. ]

...I'm sure they'll invite you soon.

[steeledskin]

He is blood. Kin. And gracious, as well. My little brother won't forget me.

[ almost too hopeful. ]

[princessia]

He shouldn't.

[ Then she steps further into the kitchen to do what she came here to do, which is to pour herself some tea. She tugs a stool along with her for reaching a high cupboard. ]

Were you looking for something to eat or drink?

[steeledskin]

Both. [ she frowns -- wondering if she's even the correct person to ask. ] If you don't mind.

[princessia]

I-I don't mind. I can try to cook something...

[ Her stammering probably gives off that, no, she doesn't really know how to prepare the protein blocks on the ship into something that tastes decent. She relies on her father to do the meals...

But she can easily get something to drink. ]

Do you want water or tea? There's also this fizzy orange drink...

[steeledskin]

Tea, if you please. And with honey.

[ cream, too, if it can be spared. but she's under the impression that she's already commanded enough. ]