driftfleet | 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.

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Well, if you're feeling generous, I'd take another.

[Said with a little playfulness, but she'd like to keep Robin on the line a while longer. Company is good. Company she relates to is better. Even if it is only his voice.]

Oh, is that so?

[he snickers, just a little. he hadn't planned on it, but... now that she's got him thinking...]

How about a silly one? It's short.

[Yay! Got him laughing!

Who is cheering who up again?]

I could really go for silly.

All right, one more story. This one is popular with the kids.

[which he clears his throat for, despite not needing to clear his throat at all--because he may as well be telling this to a kid anyway, and a little dramatic effect goes a long way.]

Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Ulrae. The boy's father had died, and his mother had become very sick. To try and help her, he found a job with a farmer who was willing to pay him for helping out in his fields.

His first day, Ulrae worked very hard and the farmer paid him for his work in coins. The road home was a long one, and along the way, Ulrae threw his money into a field to scare some birds. When he got home, his mother was very upset with him. Why would he throw his money away? She told him, "Next time, put it in your pocket so that you don't lose it."

The next day, Ulrae went to work and was determined to get it right. This time, the farmer paid him with a stick of butter. He put the butter in his pocket, like he'd been told to do, but as he walked back home in the hot afternoon sun, it melted through his clothes and down his leg into an awful mess. When he got home, his mother threw up her hands. She couldn't believe it. "Again?" She berated him, "Think about it next time, Ulrae! Be more careful!"

So the next day, Ulrae went back to work. He thought long and hard about how to be more careful... And when the farmer gave him a cut of steak to bring back to his mother, Ulrae tied a string around it and pulled it along behind him so that it wouldn't be too close to him, but he wouldn't lose it, either.

...But, as he was dragging it behind him, it was eaten up by a pack of dogs. By the time he got home, there was nothing left of the steak. His mother, exasperated at this point, could only hold her head in her hands over what a dumbass her kid was turning out to be.

[...so he broke character a little, whatever. it's so true.]

"Ulrae... This is the last straw. Carry whatever you get on your back next time, so that you can't lose it. Surely, you can do this right."

So the next day, when the farmer gave him a donkey as payment for his work, Ulrae sighed. But he always did as his mother asked, so instead of leading the beast around, he hoisted it up onto his shoulders and started on the long, somewhat-clumsy walk home.

Now, it just so happened that a very rich family lived in a house that Ulrae passed on the road. Their daughter had been terribly sick and could barely leave her room, but when she saw our young hero stumbling down the road carrying a donkey on his back, she started laughing so hard that she giggled herself right out of bed.

It was the first time she'd laughed in weeks, and the family rushed out to meet whoever had helped their daughter. They agreed to help him in return for a friendship with their daughter, who started getting better again very soon after having someone to talk to and laugh with. Eventually, the two were married, and both families lived happily ever after.

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