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- bran stark,
- dave strider,
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- hikaru sulu (xi),
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- river tam,
- robb stark,
- simon tam,
- thranduil,
- tom mcnair,
- tony stark,
- topher brink
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[ for optimal viewing pleasure, please see the following and allow to run in the background as you enjoy this recording. though the only thing currently in the feed is an angled shot of the treetops in the gardens, this is not an accidental video. there's rustling in the background, like something's moving fast through the leaves coming closer, and it is moving.
a couple seconds later, myfanwy comes flying overhead, a small black shape on her back. it might not be terribly difficult to discern what it is, but don't worry if you miss it, because the pteranodon makes a screech and a sharp turn, sending the shape tumbling off her back towards the device.
river rolls over the feed when she hits the ground, dressed in her tq crew uniform with the legs cut into shorts, hair tied up in a messy bun and hands covered with fingerless black gloves that hardly fit her at all. sky-diving experts or anyone with military training might notice her roll is perfectly controlled to minimise damage, and when she comes back into view, her eyes are wide with adrenaline but she doesn't seem particularly bothered by her fall. ]
Test five. Flight successful. Notes: need to meet higher altitude, consider construction of a harness; ask permission first. No hard turns.
[ she looks away for a second and blinks. ]
I skinned my knees.
[ oops? that's all she says before cutting off the feed. a second later, she attaches a text message. ]
needed:
[ namely: simon's services and stolen goods. double oops? river's permission post is, as always, right yonder with all the necessary warnings and what have you! ]
a couple seconds later, myfanwy comes flying overhead, a small black shape on her back. it might not be terribly difficult to discern what it is, but don't worry if you miss it, because the pteranodon makes a screech and a sharp turn, sending the shape tumbling off her back towards the device.
![myfanwy](http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb91/LOSTHOG/PteranodonSm.jpg""){kind=link}
river rolls over the feed when she hits the ground, dressed in her tq crew uniform with the legs cut into shorts, hair tied up in a messy bun and hands covered with fingerless black gloves that hardly fit her at all. sky-diving experts or anyone with military training might notice her roll is perfectly controlled to minimise damage, and when she comes back into view, her eyes are wide with adrenaline but she doesn't seem particularly bothered by her fall. ]
Test five. Flight successful. Notes: need to meet higher altitude, consider construction of a harness; ask permission first. No hard turns.
[ she looks away for a second and blinks. ]
I skinned my knees.
[ oops? that's all she says before cutting off the feed. a second later, she attaches a text message. ]
needed:
- driving goggles ( 1 )
- cowboy hat ( 2 )
- chocolate ( dark pref. )
- colors ( blue unnecessary )
- tour guide
[ namely: simon's services and stolen goods. double oops? river's permission post is, as always, right yonder with all the necessary warnings and what have you! ]
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Then he speaks the word.]
Sîr.
[He drops the twig and picks up the jar of honey and the bandages, kneeling before her.]
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Sîr.
[ it tastes good on the tongue. she glances to his work only briefly before writing another character, 王 ( wáng ), and looking up expectantly. ]
King.
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Aran.
[That done, he dips his fingertips in the honey and dabs it lightly over one scraped knee. This is a really good way to distract her while he tends her, actually.]
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Harmonious.
[ 和谐 ( héxié ) but as she finishes the last stroke, she snuffles a little because oh my god honey. the ( moderately ) clean fingers of her other hand might just wiggle towards the jar, aiming to snag some for, you know.
reasons. ]
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Go on. Have a little, if you like.
[He's trying to think how harmonious might be translated into Sindarin, since there isn't an exact equivalent. After a moment, he picks up the twig again and writes.]
Sîdhui.
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sîdhui tastes strange with honey coating her mouth though, so she hums instead and draws next to it: 谢谢 ( xièxiè ). ]
Thank you.
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Hannon le.
You are most welcome, River.
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Simon will probably make a loud noise. He's fond of them. You might be an accomplice.
[ hannon le. this honey is delicious. ]
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He'd been wondering about any connection between River Tam and Simon Tam. Thranduil tilts his head in curiosity.]
Is the healer your brother?
[Might sound like an obvious question, but Thranduil has been mistaken for Legolas' brother before, and mortal ages are hard to tell, and last names are weird.]
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Big brother. Thinks a decade makes him the adult.
[ but her grin is sticky, because river is seventeen and mentally nine and simon is the brightest star in her entire universe. ]
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That is often the experience with older brothers, from what I have seen. He is a very good healer. He helped my son when he was ill.
[He draws the appropriate Tengwar in the dirt.]
Muindor. Brother.
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Muindor, he's better now? Gēgē's good at fixing. He's a fixer.
[ healer. she writes the characters, 医治 ( yīzhì ), without translating them, her eyes transfixed on thranduil. ]
action - That was totally the next word I was going to have him teach her.
He is better. My kind do not become ill in our world, so I would say your brother is a very good fixer indeed.
[He gives up and decides to teach her the name of her brother's profession.]
Nestor. Healer.
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Your kind. The old ones? You've got an "and".
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[He draws something akin to a C in the dirt.]
A. And.
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Sîr a aran. Girl and elf. Long way from home.
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[ it makes her smile, small and private, because there's something sweeter than the honey in that. she speaks the chinese with a bit of a twang so that the nanites can't keep up fast enough to translate it. ]
Wǒ de guówáng. My King. Thranduil doesn't translate.
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Aran nin. But I am not your king, am I?
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[ which is to say, she has allegiance to no one and adoration for many; at least, for many on this ship that exists out of time and space. not many back home would put honey on her knees. ]
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Which is why you would be my King.
[ she draws the tengwar for aran again, pauses in the process of adding the -ya. ]
I have three. And one that isn't and will be. Technically four.
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Yes.
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