[At first Muelsyse is convinced this must be a dream—it’s not like this isn’t a theme that’s been haunting her subconscious lately, after all. Then, perhaps it feels like some kind of cruel joke.

But the fact that her feet are solidly on the deck of a craft in space is nothing more than plain, uncaring fact. The cool, perfectly filtered air circulating throughout this hallway and onward throughout the rest of the ship tells her as much, even if the sights before her feel completely unreal. The sight of the planet from this vantage point is striking on its own, and while she marvels at it for a time, it’s the bright, painted colors of the distant nebula that snare her attention for longer.

It’s beautiful. It’s heart-wrenching. She wonders if Kristen had been treated to sights like this once she broke her way out of the sky. Wonders if maybe she’s still looking out at a sight like this even now.

She isn’t sure how long she’s been standing there staring before she registers that she’s not the only one taking in the sights here right now. Amber eyes shift to her impromptu partner in stargazing, a smile on her face and a cheerful tone to her voice despite the words it carries.]

It feels kinda lonely, doesn’t it?

[But maybe she’s just predisposed to feeling that way.]

[The interior of the ship feels more stifling than she’d care to admit, particularly with how constrained she’s feeling now that she’s inexplicably cut off from her connection to water. Only able to be in one place at one time when she’s used to the flurry and buzz of having a simultaneous presences with the aid of her flowing shapes. So dreadfully unfair!

But the ship’s course sees fit to give her a little treat when that water-bound crimson moon provides a few visitors for them.]

a.
[The fins are a delight in the way they sweep so gracefully through the air around them, and Muelsyse brightens almost instantly the moment they phase right into the ship itself. Before long, she’s letting herself fall into an impromptu dance with them as they flit about the room, sweeping to and fro, mimicking their fluid grace with ease.

If you get too close while she does so, she’ll reach out to grab you by the wrist to pull you in alongside her with a wink.]

C’mon, join us! I think they like it.

b.
[Of course she couldn’t help but give one a touch, and it’s a choice she doesn’t regret at all when she realizes that it’s passed on the ability to slip right through solid objects as if they were porous and she, well… water! She’s flitting throughout the ship while she can, pleased as can be.

She pops her head through one wall, head canted to the side and long blonde hair drifting after her, grinning when it brings her face to face with you.]

Hiya! Hope I’m not interrupting anything~

[Or giving you an elf jumpscare in the middle of… whatever it is you’re doing.]

[They’d have to get down to business eventually, and Muelsyse listens to the presentation with sharp attention, even if her brows are a little furrowed throughout. Once the little robotic fowlbeast finishes up, she filters along with the rest of the eclectic crew to the rows of tables lined with packages of equipment. It’s one from the batch of Science and Engineering that she claims as her own, taking the pack and moving somewhere a little more out of the way before she digs through it more properly.

She’s eyeing the field testing kit within with particular scrutiny when she pauses to look up, catching your eye with a cheery little smile—whether you’re just passing by or perhaps are looking for a place to stop and examine your own supplies.]

Wasting no time in putting us to work, huh? They must want that “Song” of theirs super duper bad.

[Feel free to catch her at the party to play with food effects, poking around other parts of the ship or hangar prior to mission start, or whatever else—I’ll roll with anything. You’re also welcome to DM if you’d like to hash out something specific or would like me to write a starter for you!]