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driftfleet2016-11-06 06:07 pm
greywater) wrote in driftfleet2016-11-06 06:07 pm
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[The lighting isn't the best, but she moves in front of the camera, still adjusting to how technology works. Adjusting one more thing, Meera smiles as she looks into the lens.]
Good day. I did not get a good introduction last time, and I apologize for a lack of one. [She was just fearful of who could be here, and what information she had from back home-- though useless here, she was not sure if it could be used.]
My name is Meera Reed. I am from Westeros, and have been told there are others here from my home. I understand there is a truce. [At least no one has visibly tried to kill Theon-- that she's aware. He's standing at least. Though not the same man she's last seen.]
For those that that may not pertain to, I would like to know about time. On this ship it seems as if it doesn't go by. There are no true seasons. The planet was a welcome to see a harvest scene, but from what I understand, autumn-- nor Winter for that matter, do not pass in years as they do back home.
[It seems a simple thing, but it only made her think of how much has changed. Meera is quiet as she leans in to turn on off the camera, a few curls falling from behind her ear.]
Good day. I did not get a good introduction last time, and I apologize for a lack of one. [She was just fearful of who could be here, and what information she had from back home-- though useless here, she was not sure if it could be used.]
My name is Meera Reed. I am from Westeros, and have been told there are others here from my home. I understand there is a truce. [At least no one has visibly tried to kill Theon-- that she's aware. He's standing at least. Though not the same man she's last seen.]
For those that that may not pertain to, I would like to know about time. On this ship it seems as if it doesn't go by. There are no true seasons. The planet was a welcome to see a harvest scene, but from what I understand, autumn-- nor Winter for that matter, do not pass in years as they do back home.
[It seems a simple thing, but it only made her think of how much has changed. Meera is quiet as she leans in to turn on off the camera, a few curls falling from behind her ear.]
video.
His voice is equally pleasant, something particularly gentle:] I had never known seasons, myself. When time passes, it does so without catering to anyone's heart.
video.