Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

[notzubats]

Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.

[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]

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[arcanepower]

[Belthazar comes upon Maglor without much grace at all. He's got a big basket stuffed full of herbs he's found, and his head keeps turning this way and that, and there is so much in his ears that he has a hard time filtering out what he's hearing from what he is feeling, and there is the issue of mana, and--

--well, it culminates in Belthazar stopping maybe two feet short of running into Maglor by the streamside, then squeaking in surprise and promptly falling onto his face. He is a tangled mess of black robes and he is not very sneaky at all for an elf. He is worst elf ever, probably.]

dawww bitty elf

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor lifts his head as Balthazar comes into the clearing, and his lips quirks a little as he squeaks in surprise, although when he reaches over to offer him a hand up he's carefully wiped all amusement from his face, although he cannot quite help the way his eyes dance ]

Are you hurt? I did not mean to startle you. [ Although really, it was more the other way around ]

hello friend elf

[arcanepower]

[He manages to remember where his limbs are and sit up. There's a moment of hesitation before he takes the proffered hand; he's a little skittish. Like a deer.]

I-I'm fine, I just tripped is all.

[Tripped over air... okay. He bends down to shove the runaway herbs back into his basket.]

I am looking for herbs to make salve. Have you any familiarity with the plants here?

NEW FRANDS

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor backs away and gives him his space, although he does reach across to offer to help ]

That is well. And unfortunately not. I was never much of a healer, and beyond the usual sorts of things like willowbark I am not familiar enough to be able to guess. You are a healer yourself?

[arcanepower]

[He doesn't smack Maglor's hand away, so that's something!]

An alchemist. [He's not a healer. Save that for his sister, or his adoptive father.] Finding familiar herbs is difficult when one takes an interplanetary journey, but I try my best.

[He finishes shoving herbs back into the basket.]

I have been on a planet like this one, before... The plants tried to eat me. I would not stay out past dusk, just to be sure.

[bythewaves]

An alchemist? Like young Master Alphonse? I did not think there were elves in his world.

Mm, I can understand the frustration - I am to understand you have been aboard for some time now?

The plants, truly?

[ he tips his head to listen to the world's Song and hums thoughtfully ]

I suspect that is not a problem here, but I will be careful.

[arcanepower]

Alphonse? [He remembers a suit of armor.] Oh, no, I do not think he hails from Azeroth. I use potions and salves to make up for my lack of healing magic...

[He nods. After a moment, he decides to just... sit down a few feet away. Maglor seems friendly enough, even though Belthazar is a bit nervous even so.]

I was here for over a year, and then I disappeared... somewhere... for two months. I do not remember anything from home. I suspect I was in some kind of time warp for a while. [He says it so casually, but it freaks him out to think he might've been kept on the Marsiva, so he rolls with a different theory.

And then:]

Are you an elf, too?

[bythewaves]

Azeroth... [ Maglor hums softly ] Another place I do not know.

And there is nothing wrong with that! Any good healer needs to know how to use their environment to their best advantage, I think.

[ He frowns at that ] That is... passing strange. Some strange device of this place, I wonder?

[ He crooks an eyebrow at him and nods, tipping his head in a polite bow. ] I am, yes - although not from your world, I think! Maglor, at your service.

[arcanepower]

I am loathe to call myself a healer when all I do is make bandages for my own skinned knees. I wish I could do more, but I am afraid those around me have that talent for the Light. I do not.

[He has long since accepted this fact. He tries to help in other ways-- with alchemy, with offensive magic, with food and water and caring.]

That is what I gathered... I still find it disconcerting at the very least, but there isn't much I can do about it now.

[Belth ducks his head in a bow. His black hair is curly and messy, and in need of a haircut.]

Belthazar Spellscry. It's, um, a pleasure to meet you. [A pause.] There is another elf on the Bishop with smaller ears such as yours-- Finrod. Have you met?

[bythewaves]

All must start somewhere! In my experience, a good healer relies not just on one technique, in any case - do not discount a small beginning!

[ He nods ] A problem, but one we have to manage, rather than solve, I think.

Well met, Belthazar. Aye - Finrod is my cousin, in fact.

[bythewaves]

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