EVENT: BIA ▒ STERN

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The stern areas of the ship
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, violence, psychological trauma, gore, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters have to fight to find their way back to each other from being increasingly isolated and plagued by their deepest fears and most hopeful dreams.
NOTES: May 27 onwards.

An echoing boom comes from deep in the middle of the ship, shakes its way through the trees and waters of the Oxygen Gardens, down into the maze of walkways and mechanics that make up the Engineering Complex. A sense of danger rolls through with it, enough to make you pause in your work, set down tools or supplies, ignore the thrumming pain in your head to find out what. Trapped far away from the comforts of beds and kitchens and slow approaching necessity of gravcouches, you only have each other to turn to. But soon that grows difficult, turnings leading you off path, door slamming shut behind you. In the increasing isolation panic swells like an infection up through your mind-- but then soothes. You find your way into an unexpected comfort, the company of a long-gone friend, an old home filled with happy memories. You linger, drift into contentment, and yet it still can't calm one deep nagging doubt: you aren't safe where you've found yourself.

Comments

sweet, join in whenever if there are others!

[underthevines]

[ The person in her gaze is someone she is all too willing to take comfort in. Valya has lost the withheld nature at the moment; too willing to take comfort in those who will not hurt her, not betray her. Galadriel approaches, touches her, and Valya breathes out a shaky sob, reaches her free hand to squeeze the hand on her shoulder.

There is so much to say. But she has no words yet. Only allows herself to be led elsewhere. ]

...All right.

joins the elf party

[storiesandknives]

[Mira had gone to gather some supplies from the gardens which she places to the side.]

Valya?

[She doesn't recognize the other woman but then realizes that she has pointed ears and grows less worried. She's jumpy at humans right now.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel offers a faint smile and a little nod of greeting, but no more. She'll take a step back now, figuratively and literally, and let Valya speak to her- friend? They seemed friendly, at least.]

[underthevines]

[ The second voice snaps her out of her fugue more. Especially with Mira's want to protect her. Valya blinks, then reaches out to touch Mira's hand, pull her near if the other elf wants.

Contact is a must lately, strange as it is. ]

Mira, this is... my hahren. Lady Galadriel. She helped me with... Revas' brother.

[ The griffon who didn't survive the trip. Valya glances at the tall elf in turn. ]

And this is Mira Tabris. She's a great hero in my world. She's helped me immensely here as well.

[storiesandknives]

[Mira is more then happy to take her hand. Whatever her vision was she needs reminders that she isn't alone or surrounded by the dead. At the honorific though she'll look at Galadriel with a more careful eye. Elves were rarely addressed as Lady anything. Hahren however, that she knows and respects. She nods.]

It is a pleasure to meet you Hahren Galadriel.

[With the formality out of the way she offers a small smile. It's still strange to be called a hero. It's much better then the slurs she usually gets called though.]

That's what some people call me at least.

[inafadingcrown]

["My hahren." The term may still be new to Galadriel but she understands enough to be touched and honored. Her expression warms to hear it.]

The pleasure is mine, I assure you. [A pleasantry, yes, but genuinely meant all the same.] Would you join us? [Galadriel glances back at Valya to confirm that she was not overstepping her bounds in issuing the invitation. But she didn't think she was, based on how the two younger elves had greeted one another. Valya seemed to want to be close to her.]

We had intended to steal a quiet moment for ourselves, to sit and talk. It has been a difficult few days for us all.

[underthevines]

[ A weight lifts as the two other elves converse. She hadn't realized it was important until now--two small, growing bonds she has being both a part of her life. For a brief, distinct moment, she wonders if this is how family would feel like.

But that reminds of the lonely nights in the alienage as a child, and then being taken to the tower. ]

Come with.

[ She says to Mira. ]

Please.

[storiesandknives]

[It has been a difficult few days. Especially after those visions and she misses her friends and family more then she has in ages.]

Of course I will.

[She says this with her light smile. She's kept mostly to herself on the ship so meeting another elf would be a welcome way to ease herself into meeting new people. Which she really should be doing here. But more importantly Valya wanted her to join them and she was a friend.]

[inafadingcrown]

Wonderful. Come, I know just the place.

[If the other elves will follow, Galadriel will lead them to a quiet, semi-secluded area- the perfect spot for a calming conversation, as far as she is concerned. But she will not sit until they do; among her people, it would be a terrible breach of etiquette for the hostess to sit before the guests and, while she's not exactly hosting here, some habits die hard.]

[propheretic]

[Dasha approaches this gathering with some uncertainty. True, they're all elves, but that offers him little comfort. Time in the Inquisition has taught him that sharing a bloodline doesn't necessarily mean immediate kinship. Still, it's something.

He lifts a hand (the one that does not glow) as he draws closer.]

Hope I'm not intruding.

Sorry for the late!

[underthevines]

[ Moving with the other two elves is relaxing, and as they go Valya releases her tight hold on Revas. By the time they stop, she's fussing with the baby griffon's feathers, muttering to it. ]

...We need to get you a leash.

[ But an unknown voice interrupts her well-natured complaints, and when Valya lifts her head, she notices the newcomer is yet another elf. Something relaxes inside of her, and she shakes her head in the negative--You're not intruding--while leaving speech to the rest. ]

[storiesandknives]

Dasha.

[Mira offers a small wave to the Inquisitor with her free hand.]

We're just going to sit down and rest for a bit. Everything's a bit overwhelming.

Have you met Valya and Lady Galadriel? I've just met the later but Valya is from Thedas as well.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel gives another little nod of her head, formal but brief.]

We have not yet had the pleasure. [She'd specify which one she is, but...well, it's rather obvious that she's not from Thedas, isn't it?] Please, join us.