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child_of_bhaal) wrote in
driftfleet2015-12-01 01:34 am
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Nightal 1 1369 dr- Feast of the Moon
Who: Syeira and Open!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Red Fish, if you want. Or she can go other places. I'm flexible.
When: From the night of 11/30 through all day 12/1.
[Syeira hasn't broadcast anything since her first day. That was a long time ago. She almost doesn't remember how, so it takes her a moment of fussing around with her device before realizes it's actually working. She's in the cargo area of the Red Fish, sitting on the floor against a wall. Her knees are pulled up, and the device is resting on them so she doesn't have to hold it. She's wearing her Nymph cloak, so she looks a little shinier, and seems a bit more compelling at the moment. She's not wearing it to command attention, just feels the need to be wrapped up in something familiar.]
So I realized tonight that I've been with the Fleet for exactly seven months. I'm still so unused to this thing...
[What an awkward way to start.
She sighs, leans her head back and just...talks.]
Today is a holy day in Faerun. The Feast of the Moon. It's the start of winter. On this day, people do a lot of things. One of them is recounting stories of heroic slayings.
[Yes, slayings. Not deeds. Slayings. Murders.
She fidgets with a strand of her hair.]
Since I've been here, I've hardly killed anything. It's surreal.
I hate this day. I don't want to hear stories of death and murders. Don't we all have enough of those? Does anyone have a nice story? I'd really like to hear them.
Please.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Red Fish, if you want. Or she can go other places. I'm flexible.
When: From the night of 11/30 through all day 12/1.
[Syeira hasn't broadcast anything since her first day. That was a long time ago. She almost doesn't remember how, so it takes her a moment of fussing around with her device before realizes it's actually working. She's in the cargo area of the Red Fish, sitting on the floor against a wall. Her knees are pulled up, and the device is resting on them so she doesn't have to hold it. She's wearing her Nymph cloak, so she looks a little shinier, and seems a bit more compelling at the moment. She's not wearing it to command attention, just feels the need to be wrapped up in something familiar.]
So I realized tonight that I've been with the Fleet for exactly seven months. I'm still so unused to this thing...
[What an awkward way to start.
She sighs, leans her head back and just...talks.]
Today is a holy day in Faerun. The Feast of the Moon. It's the start of winter. On this day, people do a lot of things. One of them is recounting stories of heroic slayings.
[Yes, slayings. Not deeds. Slayings. Murders.
She fidgets with a strand of her hair.]
Since I've been here, I've hardly killed anything. It's surreal.
I hate this day. I don't want to hear stories of death and murders. Don't we all have enough of those? Does anyone have a nice story? I'd really like to hear them.
Please.

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Just the thought gets one side of her mouth to curl upward. He's so sweet.]
It makes me happy that you care.
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Then that's good! I got heaps of caring to pass around. Everypony here deserves to be happy. Celestia knows we're dealing with enough to deserve that.
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[Calling him a good pony makes him sound like a pet :| ]
But I try. It's important that we get some happiness in our lives.
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[Your vernacular is confusing, talking horse friend. But she's gonna try!]
And you're right. It is important.
[Even though the moment this conversation ends, she's probably going to go right back to being moody and down. But cheering people up makes him happy, so she's going to act like she's in better spirits for him.]
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It's the most important thing. My best friend? She does it even better than me. She absolutely lives for it.
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Awww, thanks! I just do what I can.