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Who: Arthur
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: Now

Fleetwide Video Broadcast

[Arthur appears to be in his bunk. It's obvious that he hasn't gelled his hair for once, and he's... a teenager? About fourteen years-old, by the looks of it. His face looks young, less lined.] Uh, hey. I'm Arthur Hall. I'm a little confused... Has anyone seen my mom?

[WAIT NO-] I mean, I don't need my mom. I was just wondering.

[He fidgets throughout the broadcast, more so than older Arthur.] This is really cool, though. Are we really in space? I have a friend who can name all the planets while burping. Not these planets, though. Earth's.

[He hops off his bunk, communicator still trained on his face.] Anyway, tell me what's fun to do here. I'm totally bored.

Red Fish Action

[Arthur can be found first in the bridge. He's pressed up as close to the windows as he can get, looking outside at the planets. He's never been somewhere so big and open. It's kind of amazing. He watches with big, round brown eyes, his hair tossled, his face less closed off.

He can also be found in the kitchen. As fussy as older Arthur is about food, younger Arthur is worse. He's got a bowl of some kind of goo in front of him, and he's staring at it sullenly, his arms crossed on the table and his head dropped on top of them. He leans forward to sniff at it and makes a face.] Gross.

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I like to draw, too. Well, obviously.

Entertain? Are you a singer or something?

I'm a bard. If it's artistic, I practice it. Except poetry. I'm terrible at poetry.

I like poetry! Mostly free verse, though.

[Though he grows to like other types, too.]

Will you sing for me? Right now?

[He leans forward, eyes bright. Well, no pressure or anything.]

[His enthusiasm startles a chuckle out of her.]

All right, if you wish. Let's see...

[She thinks about what she can sing just now. She doesn't want to overwhelm him by conjuring an instrument in front of him, so she settles on something with a moving rhythm. Which she begins drum out on the table top. And then she sings .

And Syeira can never just sing lyrics, she is a performer in her heart. She feels a passion, especially about music, and it moves her. She sways in her seat, eyes closing to immerse in the melody. She may not be someone on par with the likes of Finrod or Maglor, but her passion reaches that height.]

♪A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is calling
All for the love of you♫

♫A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
And then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
When darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call me home♪

♪And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
Every breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you.♫

[He blinks in surprise, then smiles softly, his eyes closing as he lets the song wash over him. He eventually ends up swaying in his seat with her. When she's finished, he claps enthusiastically and cheers with a loud whoop, grinning from ear to ear.]

[And again she laughs. It's hard to stay unhappy when he's so open, so full of life.]

Thank you.

You're cool.

[he informs her as he leans back over to take a bite of his sandwich.]

I wish I could give you something in return. Unless you want a drawing?

I would love a drawing from you.

[She appreciates all art, but this one would be special.]

From me, or from older me? I can give you one of those or I can draw you one.

From you, of course.