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[twilightminstrel]

Who: Daeron
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Heron
When: Now!

[One of the newest passengers of the fleet jerks out of the bed he'd woken on and slams back against the cold steel. On second glance, ignoring the quiet gasps for breath, one can see delicately pointed ears peeking through silver hair, along with wide grey eyes before the elf- yes, another one- holds his breath, then slowly exhales a shaky breath as he forces some meager semblance of calm. He frowns, gaze falling to the red light blinking at him, and places a hand over the screen, effectively ending the transmission.

Not that it lasts long, as just as Daeron regains some sense of self and begins to absorb some of the new knowledge running through his head, he's transferred to another ship! He shakes his head slightly, hands clenching as he finds himself staring at a room- the bridge- with another screen watching him. Judging him. Pain and grief touch his gaze before flowing away like water.

He steels his nerve after casting a glance over his shoulder towards the stars, and stares back at the screen with feigned calm, brittle enough that even a breath could shatter it.]

A minstrel among the stars has a certain ring to it. Is it a reward or a punishment, to be separated from worlds of green and living water and air?

Comments

[tempredmental]

[Keith's brow furrowed. He knew that feeling, too, all too well. He looked down.]

Yeah... I know.

[twilightminstrel]

It sounds to me like yours, in this case, will last only as long as you are here.

[tempredmental]

I hope so. Though, depending on how long that is... [Keith frowned a bit.] There are some people who have been here over a year.

[twilightminstrel]

Would your companion wish you to give up hope of seeing her again?

[tempredmental]

[Keith gave a nervous laugh and shook his head.]

Not likely. She fights pretty hard to make sure I'm okay.

[If his disappearance was affecting them back home, he couldn't imagine what Red was doing right about now. Sulking, refusing to let anyone near her, keeping her barrier up... there were a multitude of ideas running through Keith's head about that. She was pretty moody sometimes. He imagined she wasn't being destructive at the moment, but he figured she was, at the very least, pissed off about him not being there.]

[twilightminstrel]

Then do not forget it. Protect yourself and keep yourself well for the day you are reunited.

[tempredmental]

[Keith's brow furrowed slightly in amusement, and he nodded.]

Yeah. Thanks.

[As silly as it sounded, it did kind of help.]

[twilightminstrel]

[Is he being funny? Maybe, except he's also serious!]

You are welcome.

[tempredmental]

[It was more the language choice than anything else. Flowery... it made anything sound... amusing.]

Hey... if you need help with anything, I've been out in space before. I could answer some questions.