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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I don't really like stories about death either.

[Vash hums and taps at his chin for a moment.]

Oh! How about a story of a fight where no one got kill or even hurt? How about that? Would you like to hear something like that?

That's your holiday? That's depressing, isn't it.

[A beat. He considers.]

Though we hardly have it any better with our holidays, I suppose, what with all the betrayal and murder and everything. The religious ones, anyhow.

[Well. It's a holiday so he should do something. But he's not a fan of the murder angle. It's a herbivore thing, they're not naturally bent to slaying. Unless you threaten them, of course, then Equestrians will end you. Details, though.]

A nice story. Um. Okay. Sure.

[Sweet Celestia why are most of the stories from his homeland really miserable? Think, Cheese, think. ]

Once upon a time, there was a land called the Crystal Empire. The crystal ponies who lived in it were unique and magical. Their happiness flowed through the magical crystal heart in the centre of their empire, and it flowed out to the whole world. One day, a tyrant king named Sombra appeared and enslaved the ponies, wanting their power for his own.

[Adra shakes his head. No holidays quite like that on Azeroth, as brutal as that place is. None he knows of, anyway.]

What the hell kind of holiday is that? Light preserve us.

[he's been dreading having to interact with Syeira again. not more than he's dreading interacting with most people he remembers talking to in those dream rooms, but it's dread all the same. he sees this broadcast as he's flipping through the network, and thinks... yeah, he can do stories. maybe this is the perfect way to dive in, get it over with.

he sounds pretty casual and well-spoken, but he still answers her with voice only, and not video. which, if you read into these things at all, is telling.]

Do you think there's any place where the start of winter isn't awful? I can't imagine.

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