tristranthorn: (windswept; relaxed; enjoy)
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Tristran finds himself thinking of everything at the top of the spire of cloud he sits upon. There is a sense of perspective, sitting here. Everything is so simple, so...straight-forward, so...small from up here.

His stomach growls and he can't help but think that while adventures are well and good, there is certainly a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain, like the pain he feels right now. He wishes he had his rucksack, or somehow they could open some mysterious door to Milliways again, if only so he could get something to eat. He doesn't need anything elaborate. He'll even take a plain loaf of bread. His hand throbs with heat and pain, and he wishes there were something he could do to stop it, but it's useless, no matter what he thinks.

Still, he is grateful to be alive with the wind in his hair and the fantastic view spread out before him, so wide he could never fully take it all in. The sky is so blue, so different from the way he might have viewed it from earth, and everything felt different to him from all the way up here. There is a sense of nowness.

Most of all, it is terribly quiet in a peaceful sort of way and it makes him want to ... disturb it. Just because. Standing upon the cloud spire, he calls out, "Halloo!" several times, belting it out as loudly as he can. It feels strangely exhilerating.

He wants to laugh. He wants to feel that pulse of adrenaline run through him and act like a fool. And when he does, he feels ... free. It's a nice sort of feeling, even if he does it by himself (not that he isn't used to doing things by himself, as that was what his childhood mostly consisted of). As he clambers down the length of the spire to return to the 'ground', his footing slips and he falls at least ten feet, landing shortly after into the misty softness of the cloud.

And then he laughs quietly to himself.

Date: 2007-05-15 05:57 am (UTC)
an_evening_star: (queen bitch to you)
From: [personal profile] an_evening_star
"It will never happen," she insists rather vehemently. "No more than your shouting is going to attract anyone up here where there isn't anyone."

He can't just leave her alone to sulk, can he?

Her arms cross stubbornly and she frowns in a manner that is decidedly uncondusive to his 'sharing the joy' plan, "It doesn't matter if I believe it or not, that's just the way things are."

And it is.

Doesn't matter how much he grins at her like that, it's not going to change anything. He wants to get rid of her and settle down with his perfect pastry-wife and she can't go home. (Not that her sisters wouldn't laugh at her if she did.) So there.

A quiet mumble, changing the subject, "How's your hand?"

Date: 2007-05-15 05:42 pm (UTC)
an_evening_star: (if it suits you)
From: [personal profile] an_evening_star
Yes, of course. Before he caught a violent case of death and she ran away and nearly got them both (and others not so nearly) killed.

They don't really have the best track record so far.

"Hurts," she echoes, and it really only started to once she began paying attention to it again. "But not as badly as it did before."

Date: 2007-05-15 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nosequels.livejournal.com
"Ahoy!"

There is a voice coming from somewhere far above them (and Tristran can now notice that a light shadow appears to have cast itself over him and the star).

"Ahoy down there! Parties in need of assistance?"

The ship -- as it is a ship -- glints gold in the sunlight, its sails billowing in the wind in a lively sort of manner. It lowers itself slightly and a man's face appears over the side.

"Was that you, young feller-me-lad, a-leaping and cavorting just now?" His face is rough, and he sports a moustache.

Date: 2007-05-15 09:41 pm (UTC)
an_evening_star: (you must be kidding)
From: [personal profile] an_evening_star
And that?

That just figures in some grand, cosmic sense of irony where the world really does enjoy laughing at her far too much.

Tristran's going to be insufferable.

Date: 2007-05-15 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nosequels.livejournal.com
There's a flurry of motion as people mill about on the deck behind him and the man's face disappears briefly before returning once more.

"Right-ho," he calls. "Get ready to grab the ladder, then."

Date: 2007-05-16 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nosequels.livejournal.com
"Not a problem!" the man shouts back. "We can pull you up."

A short moment later, there is the sound of a command being shouted to someone, and then a long rope ladder suddenly spills over the side of the ship, reaching the two travelers.

Date: 2007-05-16 01:28 am (UTC)
an_evening_star: (sheepish)
From: [personal profile] an_evening_star
The look that crosses her face might, on any other person, be rather contrite. They were, after all, picked up by someone who was obviously listening to Tristran shouting like an imbecile.

The star, on the other hand, rewards him with a wry grin and sits up, holding out her hands expectantly.

You know, kind of like they've done this before.

Date: 2007-05-16 02:31 am (UTC)
an_evening_star: (cheeky grin)
From: [personal profile] an_evening_star
"You too," she quips, pulling herself onto the rope ladder and smiling rather brightly. "It would please me if you did not fall to your untimely demise, seeing as I am rather obligated to follow you."

She quirks an eyebrow and very nearly yelps as the wind picks up and sends the ladder spinning slowly, fingers catching at his sleeve and attempting to retain some semblance of dignity.

Date: 2007-05-16 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nosequels.livejournal.com
"Now haul!" several voices shout all at once and the rope jerks upward several feet.

The call continues - "Haul! Haul! Haul! Haul!" - each shout signaling another upward pull and a fresh set of spinning.

Date: 2007-05-16 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nosequels.livejournal.com
Grinning, the man with the moustache holds his hand out and Tristran takes it, quickly getting to his feet.

"Welcome aboard," he says, glancing between Tristran, then Yvaine. "This is the Free Ship Perdita, bound on a lightning-hunting expedition." He takes a bow, then straightens before letting out a cough. "Captain Johannes Alberic, at your service."

He doesn't let either of them say a word before he takes in a breath and shouts: "Meggot! Meggot! Blast you, where are you? Over here! Passengers in need of attention. There lad, Meggot'll see to your hand." He gestures to Tristran's burnt hand, then glances in Yvaine's direction before looking back at Tristran. "We eat at six bells. You shall sit at my table."

Date: 2007-05-16 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nosequels.livejournal.com
Soon after the shouting has ceased a rather nervous-looking woman with an explosive mop of red hair makes her way out onto the deck, introduces herself - Meggot, of course - and very promptly escorts Tristran below decks, leaving a rather bewildered star to blink rather uselessly at the remaining crew members.

He is pulled into a cabin where the woman spends a few minutes smearing a thick, green ointment onto his hand before sending him back on his way.

Date: 2007-05-16 03:56 am (UTC)
an_evening_star: (perfectly pleasant)
From: [personal profile] an_evening_star
Yvaine doesn't eat much - well, to be completely honest, she doesn't eat at all - but it all does look rather lovely and the glass of water is cool and pleasant as she runs her fingers along the rim.

She listens eagerly to the hum of voices and the Captain's stories are far better than half of the ones that her sisters have told her. This might be because they are real, but that is of little matter. They are fascinating all the same.

She finds herself grinning rather widely as she is led to her cabin - borrowed from Meggot, who will be taking a hammock despite her urgings to the contrary (She can be polite on occasion, hard as it is to believe.) - and she lays back on the bed, even more pleased with her new clothes. (Also borrowed from Meggot.)

Things are looking pretty up at the moment. It's surprisingly nice.

Date: 2007-05-16 04:23 am (UTC)
an_evening_star: (perfectly pleasant)
From: [personal profile] an_evening_star
There is a chance, perhaps, that if he is close enough to the door he may very well hear quiet humming coming from somewhere inside the room - and considering the little else that is inside the room guessing where it is coming from shouldn't be all that difficult, really.

The door, one might note, is also rather open.

Date: 2007-05-16 04:54 am (UTC)
an_evening_star: (mostly at you)
From: [personal profile] an_evening_star
The star has herself rather backwards at the moment - head resting by the footboard and broken leg propped up on one of the pillows - and she peers at him for a moment from upside down, song tapering off quietly.

She doesn't exactly stop smiling either, "Hello."

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