driftfleet | First song

Who: Maglor
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now until shuffle

Broadcast

He comes awake in a gasp, hands flying immediately to weapons that are not there as he rolls into a wary crouch. The man is slender, almost beautiful, long dark hair and clear grey eyes that seem to glow from within. He is dressed in what are best described as robes - once fine but now faded and worn, if clean due to the efforts of whoever put him there. Almost innocuously compared to the shabby state of him, there is a silver eight pointed star pinned to his clothes that looks impossibly untarnished and is obviously of very high quality.

"Who is there?"

Action

Maglor moves silently through the halls, no sound of his footfalls. He is wary, anxious - this is something totally outside his experience. But then he passes a window looking out and he stops, a cry of wonder breaking from his lips as he falls to his knees. A hand comes up to his mouth, the other gripping the harp that seems to have been the only thing that came with him, as silent tears run down his face.

"A! Elbereth!"

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She nods back politely. "It's a pleasure, m'lord." It's a gamble, the title. The last time she'd made a guess about someone's lineage because they sounded and acted the part, she was scolded, if kindly.

"You are very correct. You are on a ship that sails in the void between planes, called the Marsiva. I am currently on another such vessel called The Red Fish. There are several more, all in tow behind the ship you're on at present. There's a great deal more to explain. You may want to sit and be comfortable."

"No lord I" He shakes his head in denial. "I am but a simple bard, no more than that - just Maglor will do."

Maglor sighs softly and murmurs so quiet as to be almost inaudible. "So I am to be exile even from Arda then...." Focusing on her he nods and settles down on the bed again, bearing the device with him.

"Thank you for your assistance, Lady Syeria."

"A bard?!" The look on her face couldn't be any more excited. Maglor just said the magic word.

It certainly takes the sting out of his mispronouncing her name, twice.

"Then as a bard myself, I think you could just call me Syeira. Without the lady." The emphasis is tiny and hopefully enough. This used to happen to her back home a lot too.

"Aye?" He blinks, a little startled at her vehemence.

"If I am being honest, one of some renown, where I am from."

He ducks, chastened. "Forgive me Lady Syeira." Gonna... have to work at the lady bit. "I did not mean to mispronounce your name - I am not usually so careless."

Oops! She thought she was subtler than that.

"No, no. It's fine. Happens to me all the time back home. Really, I swear."

Ahem. She clears her throat, feeling foolish and rude. She should have just let it go. ~~And let him mispronounce her name forever.~~ Shoving her hair back behind he ear (it has a definite point to it, if he's keen to see it), she hurriedly moves on.

"I should love to see your talents, if you're ever inclined. I'm always looking to learn, and if you've such renown, I'm sure you have so much experience and talent." It's like she's meeting a famous person, that somehow she's never heard of, and still getting a little fan-girly about him. And that's why she missed the entire point of the conversation that she started.

"I mean, once you're off the Marsiva, of course. They will let you leave. You'll be put on a ship in a few days. I don't know when. There never seems to be a pattern to it." Except there IS a pattern to it, but she doesn't exist on a seven day week. Oh well!

"No, no, the fault is mine." He insists. "Forgive me, this whole thing has rattled me, I believe, else I would never have been so rude. I will endeavour not to do so again."

He blinks at her shyly and ducks his head.

"I... well, I mind not sharing the art without another who loves it so, but if we are not on the same... vessel, then will there be ways to meet? It... has been a long time since I was able to play with another of equal skill."

"No, really, you're fine. I promise. We can forget it ever happened." Well, they're just a pair of awkward ducks here. Especially after he assumes she's 'of equal skill'. He hasn't even heard her play yet!!

"Well, I think that remains to be seen. I do all right, and I enjoy it. Still, I'd love to perform with you some time."

"I find that those who love the art are those who make the best musicians, myself." He smiles at her shyly. "I would love to do so, whenever it would suit."

"Once you're free of the Marsiva then. We'll find a moment or two."

"I've utterly derailed us, haven't I?" Not that she can really be sorry about it.

"I would be glad to do so."

He says honestly and then blinks and the smile is wry.

"Possibly? I do not remember what we were speaking of before."

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