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Who: Natasha Romanoff
Broadcast: Fleedwide
Action: Iskaulit to start with
When: 16 Nov

Video

[The broadcast is brief and obviously accidental. A young girl's face appears on screen, confused and tense, then almost at once her brows draw down and together in an intense frown. Her expression is dark and thoughtful as the feed shakes, then cuts out entirely.

For those paying attention, the corridors off the Islaulit can be identified behind her before the transmission ends.]

Action

[When she wakes up, a young Natasha finds herself in what appears to be a small dance studio. Unfamiliar, but not too shocking. The mirror, the barre, the wood flooring, are all things she's accustomed to. It isn't where she expects to be, but it is somewhere she would expect to wake up in a general sense, in a general way.

Waking up somewhere strange isn't completely shocking either.

It's not until she ventures out into the rest of the Iskaulit that she starts feeling out of her depth. She can't place where she is, even where she might be. There's no outside. The structures are nothing like she's scene before. The computers are completely alien to her. The people are worse. She avoids them, of course. At least at first. Sneaking through shadows and hidden corners, in ducts if she's lucky enough to find access. She observes what she can, trying to work together the situation as she can, applying what training she can. But how much she can do is limited.

Tiny spy is out of her depth.

Which is what forces her to come out of hiding. (Maybe that was the point?)

When she finally lets herself be approached, she's already determined to put on a lost, scared face. It's for the best. That way people will underestimate her. Trust her more. It's a good plan.

The expression might not be entirely fake, though, and she can't entirely hide her suspicious skittishness. The end effect isn't entirely unlike a stray cat begging for food.]

((OOC: Augment glitch? Come play with smol murder ballerina.))

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Perhaps - but then it becomes forgotten, and there are things that it is unwise to forget.

There are things that are better off forgotten too. Maybe it would be better not to remember the bad things.

Edited 2016-12-04 04:29 (UTC)

Maybe - but who can tell if someone else might be able to learn, perhaps be saved? No - without the bad things to give meaning to the good, I think we might grow too complacent

It's not like the bad things go away. Just... it's up to you if people see it, I guess.

[She's not trying to change his mind, but it's clear she doesn't understand his choice tierh.]

No - but they are good at hiding in plain sight, sometimes. [ He says sadly ] Sometimes in the best of intentions, too.

[ He smiles for her and shrugs a little ] But we are wandering into deep waters. Should we change the subject?

[For a moment Natasha simply watches him, considering his position and trying digest it. In the end it proves too far from her experience though, and she shrugs awkwardly.]

If you want to. I didn't mean to argue.

You are not. [ He says firmly ] And it is good to question, for how else are you to learn enough to make your own decisions? I do not mind, little lady. But the road there delves deep into sorrow, and I would rather not burden you with my griefs unnecessarily.

[Natasha bows her head at that, considering the harp seriously. Her mind is on other lessons.]

It's only a burden if I let it be.

[ A nod, Maglor accepting her answer ]

Then ask as you will, little lady, and I will answer anything you ask, and with as much truth as I know how to give.

[But she was trying to tell him he didn't have to be honest, if he didn't want to.

But he keeps offering her the truth.

Natasha's not sure how to react to that.]

I don't want to make you tell me anything.

You are not. [ He assures her ]

If I do not wish to answer I will not, I promise.

[She's still unsure, and finding herself disinclined to put him on the spot.

She backs up the conversation a bit.]

Tell me about your favorite song.

A good bard is not supposed to admit to favourites. But. [ He winks at her ]

Depending on my mood, I think my favourite is this one:

In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars forever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

Edited 2016-12-08 04:07 (UTC)

Everyone has favorites.

That one's nice.

They do, and thank you - I always liked how simple and elegant it was. A hobbit wrote that one - and they were always very practical with surprising poetic underpinnings at times.

I've never met a hobbit.

[Or even heard of one.]

What country are they from?

You probably would not have. [ Maglor nods ]

They are a little people - standing about half my height, so - [ He gestures at a spot about 3ft tall ] - hence their other name, "halflings" although they prefer Hobbit. But they little like us "Big Folk", considering us loud and terribly disruptive to their peaceful way of life, and seldom mix with us as a result.

They live mostly in a land they call "The Shire", a land of green rolling hills and tilled fields.