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! ]

Comments

[steeledskin]

[ sansa is spotted alone -- which means, pragmatically speaking, she can't be too far from another stark, or perhaps a snow. maybe within shouting distance. or maybe she's agreed to meet up with a brother at a later hour. in any case, she's certainly wandered out 'on a limb' to explore a bit of the forest's floor.

but beverly is a familiar face and a welcome sight. she gravitates towards her when she finds the healer seated with her lunch. she curtsies, and she smiles. ]

Good afternoon, Beverly. Do you like the forest? [ there is an awkward edge to her question -- likely because sansa is hungry for the social safety net of someone she finds familiar. ]

[dancingmd]

Good afternoon, Sansa.

[Whether she finds the question awkward or not, Beverly's response is easy and pleasant all the same.]

It's very beautiful here. A bit of a relief after the moon, if I'm being honest.

[steeledskin]

[ she nods, understanding. ] If I am also honest, then I would agree. I didn't care for the masks. Or for much else on the moon. But this is the nearest thing to home I've seen since I've arrived...

[ and even then, it's nothing like the north. not her part of the north -- though she suspects the places where the ironwoods grow tall and strong must be something like this. ]

[dancingmd]

Are these trees similar to your weirwood?

[steeledskin]

More like the ironwood, I think -- tall, and strong. But they would make a good heart tree all the same. [ her smile is slight. ] Are you thinking of taking saplings back to the Iskaulit?

[dancingmd]

Possibly. I'll have to talk to some of the locals more, see what sort of things these trees need to grow properly, because of course it is very different growing a tree on a starship than it is to grow herbs and shrubs.

[She smiles back.]

But I know how important this is to you and your siblings, so I will do everything I can to make it work.

[steeledskin]

-- And Bran has been so unhappy since Toph left. [ it sort of...spills out. ]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly's expression softens.]

I believe I know how he feels.

[steeledskin]

[ a little darkly: ] You and she were close as well. Of course. I'm so sorry.

[dancingmd]

Thank you.

[Softly.]

And relax, you said nothing wrong. I wasn't offended.

[steeledskin]

I asked Bran if she would be happy where she returned. He didn't know. [ ... ] Do you?

[dancingmd]

I believe so, from what Sokka and Zuko have told me. There are... difficulties ahead, no doubt, but she's where she belongs and she's with her friends, doing what she loves.

[steeledskin]

Good. I am glad. Bran did not know -- and I fear that only deepened his sadness.

[dancingmd]

I hope Sokka talks to him about it then... Though these past few weeks.

[steeledskin]

He's hurting, isn't he? [ ... ] I would be, were I him.

[ and yet she also suspects she's far weaker than their captain. ]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly nods.]

I think he's hurting more than he lets on.

[steeledskin]

[ that makes sense. and yet, she must ask: ] What makes you believe so?

[dancingmd]

Have you tried to talk to him directly about it? He is quick to deflect it on another member of the crew - that you should worry about them instead, that they're having a hard time.

Which is not in itself a bad thing. It's good he is always thinking of our well-being, but he must think of himself too.

[steeledskin]

Have you told him so?

[dancingmd]

I have in the past, yes... but perhaps it is time to remind him again.

[steeledskin]

Mayhaps we could remind him together.

[dancingmd]

[She smiles softly.]

Maybe. He won't be able to stand against two determined redheads, now will he?

[steeledskin]

[ her laughter is wry -- tickled, but hollow. ]

What has the colour of our hair to do with it, my lady?

[dancingmd]

[She laughs too, short and slightly apologetic.]

Ah - it's a... stereotype in my world, that redheads are feisty and stubborn - not someone you want to argue with.

[steeledskin]

Like fire. [ her smile is small -- she understands the impression, then, even if she doesn't adhere to it. ] I fear I am less like fire and more like copper.

[ cool and almost-reflective. there is little flame left to her. ]