driftfleet | Video

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?

Threaded | Flat

Your world had living water? [ Guess who isn't good at metaphors. Unless that wasn't one who knows.

The point is, Daeron is hardly alone aboard his new ship, and this tall girl with pink hair is ALL UP in his personal space. ]

[ A catch of breath - Maglor has not hear that voice since... how long has it been?

The Mereth Aderthad whispers memory. When you and he watched each other from the edges of your encampments, when you found someone who understood

For the sake of lost Doriath, he resorts only to voice - that way, Daeron does not have to look at him and may ignore him, if he chose ]

Both. Neither. I suppose it would depend on... what you thought of some of those who are also on this fleet.

[ Like him and his family ]

I don't see how it'd be a reward...unless you're not the outdoors type, I suppose.

[Zelda hasn't had much time to observe broadcasts of new arrivals - she's too busy by far in exploring the asteroids, the ship workings, everything she can get her hands on. But she mustn't neglect the connections to her fellow passengers. It's with a bit of sympathy that she responds.]

I would think it a punishment, if our captors had put that kind of thought into it.

I guess that would depend on how you feel about space vs planets.

Some people like it out here.

(Every atom in his body is screaming at him to ignore this arrival; to turn and go the other way. This Bard is connected to King Thingol and Queen Melian. He is connected to Princess Lúthien. The last thing Daeron needs is a Fëanorian presence.

Yet as he watches him, he sees...

Much of himself. Much of Maglor and Fingon and Finwë.

As he speaks, he half hopes the Bard will not recognize his voice.)

We are not always separated from them.

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