Nightal 1 1369 dr- Feast of the Moon

[child_of_bhaal]

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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[unconfines]

[What sort of havoc to you wreak with this medium-sized space hamster, girl. He wants to know but doesn't ask, leans exaggeratedly on his hand while she tells her story instead.]

Is that— is that a thing, where you're from? Water rats, whether or not they're the magical kind? And does it matter what kind of water they like to bathe in? Because if we're counting "sewers," I've met a whole slew of water rats in my day, magical or not.

[child_of_bhaal]

[She wreaks tons of havok. Just in general. Ask her sometime, Anders.]

I couldn't tell you. Minsc would know. He's a ranger. I am just a lowly bard. My random knowledge tends towards spells, armor, weapons, magical items, and their colorful histories.

The important thing is that she believed they were most certainly a thing.

[unconfines]

Yes, but she could have been spending too much time down in the sewers, if you catch my meaning. Who knows what sort of things she could have been saying to your poor hamster! Could have given him an identity crisis, or worse.

[What is worse in this particular scenario? He might not really be sure, either.]

Maybe if she spent more time looking for her own water rats instead of thinking up riddles mixups like this wouldn't happen.