Shatter

“We're sorry sir. We truly didn't mean to disturb you.” Kiriv whispers to Newna, “It's okay...”

@Spark of Hope

Kiriv does some breathing exercises to get his breath under control and asks, “Why are you here and how are you here, sir?” He gulps nervously.

“F-f-first m-mate and sc-sci-scientist, sir!” Kiriv yelped. "W-w-who in the seven hells are y-you?!" @Clinically insane

I'm going to see what @Spark of Hope has to say

Kiriv freezes. “Oh, !#$%…”, he mutters.

Kiriv grabbed Newna's wrist and pulled her out of the room. “Newna?! This isn't good…”

“Oh ok.” “D'you hear that?” Taryn asked Newna. “We should go check it out.” Kiriv followed Newna. Thanks Oh, dang. Running.

yah its really annoying tho

Really bad cold. My right bicep twitches when I don't get enough sleep.

Here's a hug. *hugs* Thanks. It's the Weeping over here. For the next 14 days it will be either cloudy, rainy, or snowing.

It was interesting when I read that Kaladin gets sad because of rain too.

As Kiriv was walking through the halls, concentrating on his data pad and not paying attention to his surroundings, he bumped into Newna's shoulder. “Oh, I'm so sorry!” Dont read and walk, kids.

Sure. why not?

It's pouring rain here. I'm sad.

Guys? I'm sick and I officially hate it.

“Hmm. Anyway, I have to do some astronomic experiments on nearby stars. Do alert me if anything happens.” Kiriv leaves the bridge and starts walking through the halls.

“It was truly beautiful. On the outside. On the inside? Not so much.”

“I feel you. Hell, I'm homesick for Earth.” Not today. Tomorrow.

“Hey. How are you?” “Oh! Thanks!”

NAH

YAH

Kiriv walked on to the bridge and sat down at a console with some coffee. He put the coffee down, being very careful not to spill it, and started typing.

Official Time Announcement: The RP time is 3:00pm.

Drifting lost in endless night, Shadows whisper, pulling tight. A thousand echoes call my name, But none can chase away the rain. Oh, the winds howl, the storm won't break, Lightning sings of all I take. Yet in the dark, a distant spark— A hand outstretched, a beating heart. Worn like pages torn and frayed, Heavy chains of days unswayed. The weight of sorrow, cold as stone, Yet voices rise—I’m not alone. Storms may rage and skies may fall, But light still waits beyond the wall. Not all wounds fade, not all scars mend, Yet still I rise, and still they stand. Oh, the winds howl, but I won't break, I hold the dawn with all at stake. For in the dark, the stars remain— A guiding light, through loss and pain. So whisper low, let echoes fade, The shattered soul is remade. Through broken past and weary mile, I find the dawn—I stand, I smile. For @#1 Taln Fan, @Through The Living Glass, and @Clinically insane