Who: Taylor, her new palisman Scraps, Hunter, OTA
Where: On Deck, anywhere you want.
When: Between Trixie's party and Port.
What: She's just in a great mood.



Hunter - Flyer Derby: Barge League

It's just a few days after Scraps woke up that Taylor sends her warden a message, right about the time she knows he's getting off of his infirmary shift.
 

now

It's the first text she's sent him – or anyone – in months, and she triple-checked her spelling with care, to make sure it's correct.

When he comes up, she's hovering on her glossy black staff in the air between the greenhouse and the chapel. She's taped a small spar to the highest point of each one, with a pointed tip, and she drops a piece of green cloth right in front of him, her grin wide. Another cloth, yellow, waves from the back of her staff. “Let's fly.”



OTA - Everywhere

Her happiness is apparent everywhere Taylor goes, with Scraps either draped over her shoulder like an affectionate slinky or gamboling around her feet and running off to investigate every nook and cranny of the ship, sniffing at the crack under every door. In the Dining Hall, Taylor placates her with a slice of fruit to try to keep her from investigating nearby plates. In the Kennel, Scraps learns that while Angelica allows her to climb over her back, other dogs aren't quite so willing, and the goats absolutely will not.

In the Gym, the ferretipede turns back into a wooden sculpture of herself, with a sleek black staff nearly as tall as Taylor. She practices her staff forms, not willing, or not yet willing, to actually practice combat with her new friend. And on Deck, they fly, Taylor's hair loose and streaming as they make long circles around the ship, just outside the railing.