Action: Planet: OTA

[burnstoohot]

Who: Fëanor [AND OPEN]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport, the planet
When: Throughout first half of July


Bloodsport: Open to crewmates or visitors!

It was far too easy to get caught up in putting his new knowledge to practical use. Fëanor would spend hours (sometimes days) at a time in the engine room, poking at this or that. Taking one thing apart only to put it back together in a way that he felt would enhance function or appearance, depending on mood. The elf would forget, as had always been an issue, to care for himself when his interest was roused.

Anyone care to drag him out for food or rest? Even a walk around the ship?


Planet: OTA!
Forest
Trees and nature always called to the hearts and minds of elves. Fëanor was no exception, though he far preferred actually working in forges, making new things than out and about. It made little difference though, as he'd been cooped up in various ships for longer than he was used to staying in one room. And with such a world to explore as this, how could he refuse the chance to get outside? Breath fresh air again, feel dirt and earth under his feet and life all around.

Beach
When the elf came upon the water he found himself stuck, gazing out at the expanse and feeling the waves crash against him, threatening to drag him out to sea. But he always stood still, and firm, knowing how to move with it to avoid actually being swept out.


[OOC: Oooooooooooooooor make up your own prompt and we'll play! Prose or brackets, I'll match.]

Comments

Forest!

[child_of_bhaal]

It's actually never occurred to her that her being enamored of trees might have to do with being half-elven. She's always thought it was simply her being denied the world for most of her life, that made her fall instantly and unwaveringly in love with trees and forests. Regardless, she's been out on the planet nearly constantly, all day, every day. And as it nears dusk, she's still there, snuggled up under a massive tree that must be at least a few hundred years old, playing a melody on a pan flute; something appropriate and soft for the time of day and the location.

[burnstoohot]

The soft music drew Fëanor to the tree and he paused when he came upon the tree and the young half-elf he'd spoken to. That Maglor was so fond of, whom he could see why. The song earned a small smile.

"You play well."

Not, perhaps, as well as Maglor! But well. He could hear the skill in the delicate sounds.

[child_of_bhaal]

She would absolutely agree with him; Maglor is by leaps and bounds more skillful a bard than she is. And she feels no jealousy over it. In fact, she adores listening to Maglor play, and admires him greatly.

She'd lowers the flute to her lap and smiles up at Feanor shyly. But while most praise given to her is difficult to bear, anything about a performance she can take and happily.

"Thank you, sir." She stands then, because that's polite. "What brings you out here so late in the day?"

[burnstoohot]

They might just have to work on that! Slowly, but while Fëanor wasn't always the easiest to like, he did occasionally get things right. And he knew this woman was important to his son, which meant a fair bit to him.

"I wanted to see the stars." His lips quirked wryly. "It is unusual for me to have to wait to see them, but even here they are worth it."

[child_of_bhaal]

"You don't usually have to wait to see the stars? Are they very bright on Arda, or am I missing something?" She's guessing she's missing something, because Arda seems to be a magical place, with quite the unique history. She's bothered Finrod for stories more than once. And probably will again.

[burnstoohot]

Any impatience he might feel was stifled and set aside. Instead he readily answered.

"Before this world I had not seen the Sun or Moon. Only the light of the Two Trees and the stars have lit Arda through my lifetime." Compared to his sons, Fëanor was just a child!

[child_of_bhaal]

"Two trees give off light?" She's hooked in now. He might have thought of her as a woman, but her youth shows through in her easy, eager delight, and obvious desire for him to tell her everything. She's an adult, but only just.

[burnstoohot]

Ha! Fëanor's smile grew, pleased at her interest in his home. "Theirs is pure unique perfection. Telperion and Laurelin are their names. One with silver light, the other gold."

[child_of_bhaal]

She immediately wishes she'd brought her journal. She has a thousand questions, at the very least.

"How do they hold the light? How does it reach all the world, or are there places that are always in darkness?"