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Who: Beverly Crusher and invited guests
Broadcast: No
Action: Planetside
When: October 13th, mid-morning

[Another year for the Drift Fleet, another birthday for Beverly. She’s given up on trying to determine exactly how old she is - fifty seems a good enough compromise - but that does not mean she’s not going to celebrate. She’s had people she loves unexpectedly returned to her and that alone is worth celebrating.

So, after a bit of flying around the forested planet, she finds the perfect location for a little birthday brunch picnic, right on the edge of a grassy mesa, with one of the enormous fungus-trees providing some cool shade. A large blanket is set out with the finest smorgasbord the Blue Fish can offer: smoked t-rex meat, fresh fruit from the garden, pastries, and of course, syntheholic mimosas. People are of course free bring their own food as well. There are also a couple of decks of cards and poker chips, should anyone fancy a game. All in all, a it’s a very relaxed, casual atmosphere, simply a nice meal with close friends.]

ooc: if you have any questions regarding invitations, feel free to send me a message

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She finds it hard to believe that this is but a lesser example of what he is capable of but she withdraws any protest, simply happy to accept the gift. "It does, very much." She moves to loop an arm affectionately around one of his. "Would you join me in taking a little walk? I could stand to stretch my legs some."

He smiles shyly and nods, taking her arm with ease.

"Of course. Have you explored much?"

"A little. Primarily I want to find the source of that S.O.S. signal, though I admit I'm not as... intrepid as I might usually be. I did not have very good luck in a forest like this before."

"S O S? And that grieves me to hear - what happened, if you can speak of it?"

"S.O.S. - it's a universal distress signal used by ships when they need help." She turns them to follow along the edge of the clearing, leaving the party still within calling distance if anyone wants her. "As for the other, we were on a planet with a forest that attacked people without any magical connections after dark."

"Ahhh..." He hums understanding. "A useful thing, indeed. On the... radios, I take it?"

He grimaces. "I can see how that would put you off, yes. The trees here are safe enough, but they are shadowed."

"Shadowed? What do you mean by that?"

Maglor frowns a little, thoughtfully.

"There is... something here? That ... wants people to stay. I think. The trees are very loud, it is hard to... hear beyond them."

"The other planet was like that as well - drew in those with magic. Of course even if they tried to stay they couldn't but... Still worrying. You haven't gone too far in, have you?"

He shoots her a slightly guilty look.

"The trees like me."

That's a yes

She stops and moves around to face him. "Please, be careful. I don't want to see you hurt."

"I will" He ducks his head. "But they promised to look after me, as best a tree knows how, anyway."

Gently, she reaches out and lifts his chin. "You're happier, when you're with them, aren't you?"

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"It ... is easier." He admits. "It is not quite as good as the Sea, but... the stars are... too clear, too pure, too close. Their light... is almost painful, when we are in space. And there is... not enough growing on the ships."

Beverly frowns. She wasn't aware he felt this way. "Does being in the gardens on the Iskaulit help? I hope you know you are always welcome there.

"A bit. People in general, help." Which is why he's hardly ever truly alone unless he's composing, always sitting out in the common areas where people are.

"They... distract from the starsong."

"Is there anything else I could do to help? I wish I had known sooner..." So she could worry? She's not really sure what she could have done differently. This isn't exactly her realm of expertise.

"It is well." He shakes his head at her apology. "I do not...advertise it. My brother knows, as do my cousins. All of us feel it, a little, it is just...louder, for me. They all do their best. And I know how to distract myself. Truly, even just speaking to me helps."

"Still... It is strange. I feel more at home in space than almost anywhere else so sometimes I take that comfort for granted."

"I cannot blame you for loving it." Maglor smiles at her a little. "I can see the attraction. It ... is only a little too loud, that is all."

She smiles back. "I've never heard space described as loud, but in any case, I'm glad I can be of some help at least."

Maglor shrugs wryly. "I am a little biased, obviously. But you are, more than you know, and I thank you for it."