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[Amalthea has never encountered anything like the communication's device. Therefore, for what seems like a ridiculously long amount of time, she will sit in the locker room, her arms around her knees and her strange eyes fixed on the screen. She has showered - her mane and skin are glowing - and she is dressed.

Small steps for some, but not for her.]

Are you watching me? [Her voice is distant; resigned.] King Haggard should know better. Trapping the others will mean the death of him.

[There is no sympathy on her delicate features.]

He isn't any different from Mommy Fortuna, who thought she could control a harpy.

[She shakes some hair out of her face and the pink mark in the middle of her forehead is revealed.]

I want to see the sky - and the sea. [It seems to pain her that she can find no windows.] There is no greater cruelty than this.

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[ Have the face of a boy... wearing sunshades. ]

Well, it's not good, but I really hope you don't get to experience greater cruelty.

Sadly, we're among the stars, so the sea and sky are a bit far. Somewhere. But I can make it so you see them, even if it'll just be an image? If you're really homesick for them.

Prisons come in many varying forms, appearances and with circumstances that differ depending on where one is.

Many do not have bars one can see with their eyes. [ the tone and words she utilizes makes it clear that she is familiar with the concept much more than a young woman ought to be.

and after a moment, her features soften. ]

Peace, my lady. None of us are able to see the sky nor the sea. But we are here together. You are not alone.

Oh, don't worry. If you think this is cruelty, they're just gettin' started.

[The young woman who replies has hair almost as pale as that of the woman who initiated the conversation, but her eyes are blue.]

Who's King Haggard? No one has mentioned him before. Could he have done something like this?

[Her manner shifts, from curiosity and skepticism to more open friendliness: she has helpful advice to impart.]

You can't see the sea [and how she wishes she could, having grown up in a small city nestled into a fjord], but there's water in the gardens.

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[The glasses catch her attention and she wonders over them. Why does he hide his eyes?]

Greater cruelty exists? [It baffles her and frightens her. She isn't in the right form to - to -

Her arms wrap around her small body and she dips her head forward.] I cannot imagine it. I do not want to.

[His offer brings her out of her gloom and she looks puzzled.]

How can you capture an image? Are you an artist?

I have been in a cage before. The walls whisper here too. [Any presence of iron bodes ill to her.] I do not need to see them; I hear them every waking moment!

[Her hands come to her ears, but it does her no good.]

There are no others like me.

I do not wish for them to go further!

He is the one who captured the others. [She considers his abilities and slowly shakes her head.] He does not possess the power to do this.

[Neither does the Red Bull. A power far stronger than both of them is at work and that, by itself, is terrifying.]

Tell me the way? I will stay there tonight.

So have I, thought the walls were made of stone. [ she is disturbed, though. ] The walls here whisper?

[ elizabeth's compassion is engaged, and her features soften further. ]

Perhaps not, but it does not mean that you are alone. May you tell me where you are?

If you wish, I shall join you.

There was a time I would have come to you. [When Elizabeth was a virgin maid. Yet that time has passed and Amalthea is not in the right form.] I have discovered a number on my arm. It led me to a room.

[A room that lacks all the things she loves best.]

It is 033 and 089. [Which means floor 33, room 89.] I will not turn you away.

What do you mean, my lady? [ well, elizabeth is still currently a virgin maid! and wrong form or not, the unicorn has come to her, in her own fashion. ]

Ah, yes. But those rooms are small, are they not? If wilderness is more to your liking, perhaps you might prefer to stay in the oxygen gardens.

[ she smiles softly. ] For that, I thank you. I shall be there anon.

[ and since the unicorn's floor and her own aren't terribly far apart (6 levels of separation seems a trifle), she is quick to arrive within a few minutes. ]

I really hope you don't have to run into it.

Hi, I'm Robin. I'm not an artist, but I'm very good with technology, and this place has technology which can show you things that're not right here. Like the stars around the ship, or the sea, or a rainbow, or elephants. Things from Earth, as far as I've been able to tell, but they're a beginning.

And then there's the Oxygen Garden, that might also be a good place for you spend time, if you're missing things, I think.

Join the club, not that it's gonna do much good.

[He doesn't realize that he probably sounds pretty mean now--he's helping, in his mind.]

Crazy stuff happens here all the time, crazier stuff than just bein' trapped.

We are all separated from the sea and sky, I fear. [Something which is no small pain to Galadriel. Elves look always to the stars and the sea-longing grows ever stronger with her.] The gardens offer some degree of comfort, I have found. There is no sea, but there are small streams. And it is pleasant to surround oneself with life, green and growing as it should be. [Compared to the lifeless metal of the rest of the ship.]

How can you accept it? I thought everything had changed before, but I was mistaken. I was surrounded by rocks and the sea there, but here -

[The pain is clear in her voice and in her eyes. It's more than a longing for her. Nature is apart of her very being.]

I will reside there. I cannot rest in a metal cage.

I would rather not know. [Her voice takes on a commanding note. She is hiding her insecurities behind the mask of a flawless lady.] Does pain lessen when shared?

Ceremonies were performed not so long ago. I have responded to the call of many maids.

[She can hardly argue with Elizabeth's logic, so she will open the door promptly upon hearing the footsteps outside. She is wearing a pearl colored dress and her long mane is braided over one shoulder. In the middle of her forehead, there is a strange, pink mark.]

The Wizard named me Amalthea.

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[She turns away from the camera, running her fingers nervously through her thick hair.]

He called me Amalthea. [Glancing over her shoulder, she slowly nods her head.] A garden would be preferable. I cannot rest being surrounded by metal.

[Iron in particular, but any metal is intrusive.]

What is the garden like?

( she tilts her head, smiling a little. )

"To sooth" in Greek. What a lovely name to be given.

( though the mention of a wizard, compounded with what she'd mentioned earlier and that pink mark bring up questions. )

May I ask why you would come to maids, Amalthea? You spoke of a ceremony.

Huh?

[The shift in tone takes him off-guard.]

Well... I wouldn't think that'd change anything. And that's not what I was tryin' to do!

[ Well, that must make her time on board pretty horrible, then. Ouch. ]

Um. It's a couple of levels, and then another level for raising crops, I think. If you tell me or show me where you are, I can take you there? So you can see for yourself. It's a little wild!

I accept it because I must; there is little to be done for it, at least for the moment. [This ship is a puzzle, but every puzzle has a solution. She doesn't doubt that it can be found. Eventually.

But she gives a week little smile as she continues.] Then we will be neighbors, of a sort. [And a polite nod of her head- quick, but somewhat formal.] I am the Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien.

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