The cold air of Moone's room is confining enough without the shaders that cut off light from coming through. It wasn't like very much would, anyways, because on Syntep, not very much light made it through the thick cloud cover anyways.
Moone has already placed all of her things, trying to pack as light as possible. In the end, she only ends up with two bags, but she's still worried. What if it's too much? What if it's heavy, and made the ship crash?
Breathe in..breathe out...purple crystal. Where is it?
Did she already pack it? Of course she did. Moone sighs and rummages through her belongings, pulling out a shimmering, pale purple crystal. She holds it in her hands, feeling energy rushing through her arms. Slowly, she sees bright patterns of light etch themselves across her arms as she draws calming energy inter herself. She received it as a birthday present, and it is supposed to keep her calm. It's supposed go keep her from panicking, and it's doing surprisingly well.
Hesitantly, Moone tucks her crystal into her bag and throws it and the other one onto her back, then slides her window open and jumps down onto one of the lower windowsills. Light on her feet, she jumps lower, lower, lower, until her feet touch the wet ground at the bottom. Moone stretches and looks up. Her window is open, but at least everybody will know where she's gone.
She wants to avoid having to say goodbye to them. Her brothers were rarely ever there, and when they were, they were criticizing her about what she was doing wrong. Her parents cared, but not enough to stop them.
Moone walks through the light rain that patters against her umbrella, which is attached to the highest bag. By the time she gets to the pickup area, the ship should be there.
Her calculations are right and she just manages to see the ship land just as she reqches the pickup area. A grinning Elpeeb steps out and Moone really hopes that he speaks UL because she is absolutely horrible at speaking Beeple.
He extends a hand. "Princess Moone! Pleasure to meet you, my name is Oggie."
Moone tries to hold in her sigh of relief and bends down to reach his height, shaking his hand. "H-Hi!" She laughs nervously, and his eyebrows raise. "Gee, your voice is nice."
"I-I!" Moone's heard the compliment a thousand times over, but never by anyone out of her race. "Th-Thank you!"
Oggie shrugs. "I've met plenty of Ethereals before, I have to stop being surprised. You all are just too perfect. It's literally in your names."
"I-I'm not perfect!" Moone laughs nervously. "I-I stutter a-and-"
"Come on, let's go." Oggie grins. "We've got one more person to pick up, and they're way far from Isifera."
"A-Alright." Moone dips her head and rises to her full height, stepping onto the ship. A quick onceover tells her that it's a passenger ship, and she can see the tip of a tail sticking out from underneath the blanket. It makes her self-conscious of her own, which flicks.
"Alright, your room should be over there." Oggie pointed. "Better get settled in, it'll be a long ride from here."
"Alright." Moone nods and walks into the hallway, where several doors line the corridor. One of them has a crescent moon on the door, carved into it, and Moone brushes her hand over it, feeling the bumps between the lines. Taking a deep breath, Moone opens the door. She knows what she expects to see and what she expects to see is not a bright blue painted room with windows on almost every wall. Moone's eyes widen. "Wha..."
Closing the door behind her, Moone walks over the the bed and rests her palm on it. With a sigh, she puts her bags down and, after making sure nobody is watching, does a small twirl, letting her tail whip around her. Moone stops herself and looks outside the window as she feels the ship lift and gasps as they slowly rise, eventually breaking the cloud cover. Moone's eyes widen and she sees the sky above the clouds. She covers her mouth, trying to hide her shock, and watches as the bright blue sky slowly transitions into the dark void of space.

++++

After working up some courage and deciding to act tough, Moone walks over to another door. She is taller than all of them, so she bends down and knocks softly at the door, which has a bee engraved into the door. She hears something crash and winces, then the door opens. Dark eyes meet hers' and Moone offers a toothy grin, hoping she looks more confident than she is. "Hello."
"H-Hi!" The elpeeb who answered the door stumbles back slightly. "Woah, you are...very tall."
"Heh, I know." Moone nods. "May I come in?"
"Uh...sure."
Moone walks in and introduces herself. "I'm Moone."
"Th-The princess?" The Elpeeb's eyes widen.
"J-Just Moone." She says quickly, looking away. One of her bangs swings over her face.
There is a silence for a moment, before the Elpeeb says, "I'm Stevie."
"Hey. Nice to meet you." Moone smiles.
"You, too." Stevie nods.
"GOOD MORNING!" Both of them jump and twist to see a Dragonborn storming through the hallway.
"It's afternoon!" Stevie call in return, cupping her upper hands around her mouth.
"Damn, really?" He pokes his head into the room. "Hey, guys."
Moone hiccups, his screaming had startled her. "⍾⊑⊬ ⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⌇-⌇☊⍀⟒⏃⋔⟟⋏☌? ⊑-⊑⟟☊..."
"What?" Stevie asks.
Moone hiccups again and covers her mouth before she can spout more Etherian. "N-Nothing!"
"No, really, what was that?" The Dragonborn asks.
"Nothing!" Moone says defensively, getting to her feet. "I-I should go."
"...Alright." The dragonborn nods and they both watch as Moone backs out of the room and goes to her own, slamming the door and locking it.

⌇☍⟟⟒⌇, ⊬⍜⎍'⍀⟒ ⏃⋏ ⟟⎅⟟⍜⏁, ⏃⍀⟒⋏'⏁ ⊬⍜⎍?

"Fuck off."  Moone hisses through her teeth raising her hands to delicately rub her temples.

⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟⎎ ⟟ ⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ⍙⏃⋏⏁ ⏁⍜? ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟⎎ ⟟ ⎅⟒☊⟟⎅⟒ ⏁⍜ ⌇⏁⏃⍀⏁ ⌇⟟⋏☌⟟⋏☌ ⍀⟟☌⊑⏁ ⋏⍜⍾?

"Don't." Moone snarls.

⏚⟒ ☊⏃⍀⟒⎎⎍⌰ ⟟ ⏃⋔ ⎐⟟⍜⌰⟒⋏⏁, ⏁⊑⟒ ⏁ ⟟⋏ ⏁⊑⏃⏁ ⟟⌇ ⌇⟟⌰⟒⋏⏁, ⟟'⋔ ⊑⟟☌⊑⟒⍀ ⏁⊑⏃⋏ ⏁⊑⟒ ⋔⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⎎⎍☊☍⟟⋏☌ ⋔⍜⍜⍜⍜⋏-

Moone lets out a startled laugh and reaches into her pocket, throwing the golden watch across the room. Not like it would do anything. "Go away, Noran!"

⍙⍜⍙. ⊑⎍⍀⏁⎎⎍⌰.

Moone closes her eyes and slides down, sitting in the fetal position. Perhaps she should take a nap before they landed.

⊬⍜⎍'⌰⌰ ⍜⋏⌰⊬ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⋏⟟☌⊑⏁⋔⏃⍀⟒⌇~

"Go away." Moone snarls, but he was right. Moone sighs and curls inwards, and eventually, she nods off.

⏁⊑⟒ ⌇⏁⍀⟒⟒⏁⌇ ⏃⍀⟒ ⋏⏃⍀⍀⍜⍙ ⏃⋏⎅ ⎎⎍⌰⌰ ⍜⎎ ⌇⊑⏃⍀⌿ ⏁⎍⍀⋏⌇. ⋏⟒⏃⏁ ⌿⌰⏃⋏⌇ ⎎⏃⟟⌰ ⍙⟟⏁⊑⍜⎍⏁ ⌰⎍☊☍.

Moon's breathing is shallow and she stands, trembling, in the hallway, holding the watch that her older brother had given her earlier.

⟟'⋔ ⌿⍀⍜⏁⟒☊⏁⟟⋏☌ ⊬⍜⎍. ⟟'⋔ ⌿⍀⍜⏁⟒☊⏁⟟⋏☌ ⊬⍜⎍.

She sees the blood dripping down onto the ground. Bright green eyes meet her's, wide with shock.

⊑⟒ ⌇⏃⍙ ⋔⟒ ⏃⌇ ⏃ ⏁⊑⍀⟒⏃⏁.

She knows what he's thinking.

⟟ ⍙⏃⌇ ⏃ ⏁⊑⍀⟒⏃⏁.

Why is she here?

⟟ ⍙⏃⋏⏁⟒⎅ ⌿⍜⍙⟒⍀.

How did she get here?

⏚⎍⏁ ⋏⍜⍙ ⟟ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⋔⍜⍀⟒ ⌿⍜⍙⟒⍀

How.

⏁⊑⏃⋏ ⟟ ☊⍜⎍⌰⎅'⎐⟒ ⟒⎐⟒⍀ ⊑⏃⎅ ⍙⊑⟟⌰⟒ ⏃⌰⟟⎐⟒.

Did.

⎅⍜ ⊬⍜⎍ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⊑⍜⍙?

She.

⏚⟒☊⏃⎍⌇⟒ ⟟

Get.

⊑⏃⎐⟒

That.

⊬⍜⎍.

WATCH?!

⊬⍜⎍, ⊬⍜⎍, ⊬⍜⎍, ⊬⍜⎍...

The screaming, he demands that she gives it to him....

⎅⍜⋏'⏁.

She doesn't.

☌⍜⍜⎅.

He screams,

⏃⋏⎅ ⊑⟒ ⌇☊⍀⟒⏃⋔⌇ ⏃⋏⎅ ⊑⟒ ⌇☊⍀⟒⏃⋔⌇,

And she stares at him,

⏚⎍⏁ ⟟⏁ ⎅⍜⟒⌇⋏'⏁ ⋔⏃⏁⏁⟒⍀

And he asks again and no, no, no,

⏚⟒☊⏃⎍⌇⟒

Because

⟟⏁'⌇

It's

⊬⍜⎍⍀⌇.

HERS.

⋔⍜⍜⋏⟒...

And now she's screaming, too.

⋔⍜⍜⋏⟒...

And they scream at each other.

⋔⍜⍜⋏⟒...

And then he grabs the knife again...

⋔⍜⍜⋏⟒...

And he threatens her.

⋔⍜⍜⋏⟒...

"Give. Me. The watch."

⎅⍜⋏'⏁.

She runs.

⊑⟒ ☊⏃⋏'⏁ ☌⍀⏁ ⊬⍜⎍.

And something dark glistens up head.

⍀⟒⋔⟒⋔⏚⟒⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⋔⏃☌⟟☊ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎍⌇⟒⎅ ⏁⍜ ⌇⟒⟒ ⋔⟒ ⎅⍜?

I do, I do.

⎍⌇⟒ ⟟⏁.

What?

⟟ ⌇⏃⟟⎅...⎍⌇⟒ ⟟⏁.

How?

⟊⎍⌇⏁ ⏁⍀⎍⌇⏁ ⋔⟒.

And Moone presses her whole palm to the glistening black gemstone,

⎅⍜ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⍀⎍⌇⏁ ⋔⟒?

I do.

I shouldn't have.

I did.

Moone jerks awake, gasping for air. She's sitting on the floor in front of the door and she was awoken by the jerking motion of the ship. She stumbles to her feet and over to the windows, peering out.
They're approaching a blue and green planet. How long had she been sleeping?

⏃ ⍙⊑⟟⌰⟒.

I wasn't asking you.

⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⍀⎍⌇⏁ ⋔⟒?

Moone freezes.
No. No. No. no. no. I don't think so...

Moone snarls and clutches her head, tail lashing. Stop! Stop playing with my head!

⟟⏁'⌇ ⟊⎍⌇⏁ ⎎⎍⋏ ⏃⋏⎅ ☌⏃⋔⟒⌇!

"It's not fun." Moone snarls, shaking her head and rebalancing herself, getting to her feet and looking out at the planes once more. She was starting new again, and she could leave her past behind.

⌰⟒⏃⎐⟒ ⏁⊑⟒⋔ ⏚⟒⊑⟟⋏⎅, ⏚⎍⏁ ⟟'⋔ ⋏⟒⎐⟒⍀ ⌰⟒⏃⎐⟟⋏☌.

Oh, piss off.