► 009.

[culver]

[nill is in her and heine's room, sitting on her bed. she's cradling her comm in her hands, and it's directed at the bedside table. on that table is a small pile of white feathers. she lets the camera sit on them for a moment before turning it to herself. her wings are tucked back behind her, though the tops of them look a bit ragged. at least she isn't terrified this time. she still remembers the first time she molted and how scared she was. but now she just looks tired, her hair tied up with the golden ribbon sansa gave her so long ago to keep her hair from catching any smaller feathers.]

If anyone needs feathers for anything let me know. There are only a few now but there will be more.

And hello to anyone new from the last jump. I am Nill. If you need help with something please let me know. I will do my best to help.

Comments

permavid;

[eightlives]

[Fascinating.] Hello, Nill. I'm Jadzia.

permavid & text.

[culver]

Hello Jadzia. Are you new?

[eightlives]

Yes, I am. I've only just arrived. [A beat.] Are those feathers all yours?

[culver]

Welcome to the Tranquility. [she rubs a bit at her eyes. she hasn't been sleeping well, and molting drains her energy anyway. not a good combo.]
Yes they are.

[text]

[seered]

I was hoping to speak with you.
I don't suppose you've seen either Dave or Davesprite since the jump?
I'm sure I already know the answer, but I thought I'd inquire anyway.
Just in case.

permatext.

[culver]

No. I was going to ask you too.

Re: permatext.

[seered]

I see.
I thought that might be what's happened.
Neither of them mentioned anything about exploring the ship, so it's likely they vanished during the jump.

[culver]

Probably.
I am sorry Rose.

Video

[servant]

Is there something wrong with your wings, Nill?

permavid & text.

[culver]

I am just molting. It has happened before.

[and getting nosebleeds, but who needs to know that]

[servant]

I see.

[He relaxes a little at that before smiling at her.]

I wouldn't mind one, if you wouldn't mind me having it.

[culver]

That is okay with me.

video; private

[redhotsummers]

I think you and I should talk, Nill.

[He has a dress for her. And has...well. Some concerns.]

permatext, private.

[culver]

What is it Alex?

[she knows what it is]

permavideo; private

[redhotsummers]

How about we talk in person, hm?

private.

[culver]

Alright When?

perma actionnnn

[chaineddog]

[He returns just as the feed ends with some blankets and pillows. Both of them handled it better this time around after figuring out it was just a normal cycle for her wings, although...she might have been handling it better than he was.

It still concerned him to see them like that, wilting and losing feathers. Losing something generally meant that something was wrong with the person and that was something that Heine had never truly been able to shake. Showing that concern isn't something he wants to show her though. It'll only worry her in the end.]

You still feeling okay?

aw yeah

[culver]

[It is easier the second time around, she supposes. Her wings itch like nobody's business and she's dead tired of course, but she's relatively certain she isn't about to die. That's a good start.

She smiles at him when he enters, setting the comm beside the feathers with one hand as she reaches up to quickly rub her nose with the other, making sure it isn't bleeding right now. She doesn't want Heine to see that. She hopes she was subtle enough. A nod is her answer, and she scoots over to make room for him in case he wants to sit.]

[chaineddog]

Good.

[The movement is subtle but he notices. There's no telltale signs of red though, so he knows that he shouldn't add to his concern It's something that's been happening to everyone, including him, but pretending it doesn't exist for him is an easy enough thing to do. After a moment he goes to join her on the bed, placing the pillows and blankets he managed to gather on the other side of her.]

You should take a nap. You're going to exhaust yourself.

video;

[wolfdreamer]

Are you all right, Nill?

permavid & text.

[culver]

I am alright Bran. My wings are just molting. It happened last year too.

[wolfdreamer]

Oh. I did not know you were so like a bird.

[But it makes sense, when he thinks of it.]

You do not mind, if people use your feathers?

text;

[reaction]

Really wouldn't mind having a pillow stuffed with feathers, but by the looks of it, that's going to take a long while.

permatext.

[culver]

You might be able to make a very small pillow.

[reaction]

But I don't want a small pillow. [ He wants a large pillow that can be all comfy enough to help him get some much needed sleep. ]

Why do you have wings anyways? What are you?