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Who: Syeira and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not really, but Red Fish if you want
When: Today.
[She doesn't really broadcast much. And this is not a very usual thing to address everyone with, so she's just a tad awkward under the serious tone.]
Hello everyone. I'm Syeira, one of the captains of the Red Fish. I don't know all of you, and I do apologize for that. But I have something that, I imagine, will be of interest, if not concern, to many of you here. Especially in relation to our ever out of reach captors. So, ah, I suppose to the point then. About a month ago....
[She hesitates, looks away but almost immediately looks back, making herself say it. With a calm, straight face, and dry eyes.]
I died.
[All right. Said and done. Move on. Move forward to the point.]
I know that for a lot of people here, that's not exactly surprising- seeing a person perish and then be returned to life. Even on my world such things are possible; common in fact. Even long after death, if one gets a hold of strong enough magic.
However, this is a unique situation for a few reasons. Firstly, I am of a...rare and particular family tree that cannot, by any means, be revived after death. Yet, here I am.
[She lifts her hands and lets them fall. Takes a small breath and continues.]
Secondly. I have been having dreams. A dream, really. After my revival, I was extremely ill, for near to a tenday. Which this next item could have been attributed to, if it had only happened while I was feverish. However, I am quite well now, and the same dream keeps occurring. I would describe it to you, but whenever I attempt to recall the details, my memory suddenly fails.
Again, for most, it could easily be written off. A symptom of a physical trauma. And again, I am not someone who falls into the norm. I have always dreamed in a very specific and singular way. This is new.
[Her gaze trails off, her thoughts turning inward.]
New and suspiciously vague. I can tell you all, what I dream of is something dark, and with ill intent. I can't give more than that. I wish I could.
[She blinks and looks back, focusing again. But she's about finished.]
It isn't much. And I'm not sure yet how this might help us with our overarching puzzle that is Atroma, but I knew I needed to share with you all. Thank you for your time.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not really, but Red Fish if you want
When: Today.
[She doesn't really broadcast much. And this is not a very usual thing to address everyone with, so she's just a tad awkward under the serious tone.]
Hello everyone. I'm Syeira, one of the captains of the Red Fish. I don't know all of you, and I do apologize for that. But I have something that, I imagine, will be of interest, if not concern, to many of you here. Especially in relation to our ever out of reach captors. So, ah, I suppose to the point then. About a month ago....
[She hesitates, looks away but almost immediately looks back, making herself say it. With a calm, straight face, and dry eyes.]
I died.
[All right. Said and done. Move on. Move forward to the point.]
I know that for a lot of people here, that's not exactly surprising- seeing a person perish and then be returned to life. Even on my world such things are possible; common in fact. Even long after death, if one gets a hold of strong enough magic.
However, this is a unique situation for a few reasons. Firstly, I am of a...rare and particular family tree that cannot, by any means, be revived after death. Yet, here I am.
[She lifts her hands and lets them fall. Takes a small breath and continues.]
Secondly. I have been having dreams. A dream, really. After my revival, I was extremely ill, for near to a tenday. Which this next item could have been attributed to, if it had only happened while I was feverish. However, I am quite well now, and the same dream keeps occurring. I would describe it to you, but whenever I attempt to recall the details, my memory suddenly fails.
Again, for most, it could easily be written off. A symptom of a physical trauma. And again, I am not someone who falls into the norm. I have always dreamed in a very specific and singular way. This is new.
[Her gaze trails off, her thoughts turning inward.]
New and suspiciously vague. I can tell you all, what I dream of is something dark, and with ill intent. I can't give more than that. I wish I could.
[She blinks and looks back, focusing again. But she's about finished.]
It isn't much. And I'm not sure yet how this might help us with our overarching puzzle that is Atroma, but I knew I needed to share with you all. Thank you for your time.
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Maglor, no. There nothing to forgive, and no reason for you to feel responsible. It was my decision, one that I would make again to keep you safe.
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And one you should never have had to make - I bought a blade, Syeira. I will not be caught without again.
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I'm getting a set of swords as well. Shame I can't get my hands on some spell scrolls, though. A bit of offensive magic wouldn't go amiss, should another dire situation arise.
All will be well, mellon. I promise.
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I would love to spar with you, Syeira.
[ He flushes shyly and drops his eyes ] You are kind, to call me so.
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Maglor. When will you stop behaving as if I'm offering you charity? You're my friend, for no other reason than that I adore you.
[u_u <- this is her face ]
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I... am not used to such things, forgive me, Syeira
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That's the thing about friends. We give each other the things we've been lacking.
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It is still strange to me, Syeira. But thank you.
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[Cheeky wink.]
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As the lady wishes it so.
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And I do wish it so.
Shall I contact you when I acquire my swords, so we can spar?
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I would enjoy that, Syeira. I will look for blades of my own, I think.
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[Excited! Swords and sparring!!]
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Until then, little fire-hair.