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Milliways has at least two libraries, even if Yesfir is only aware of one of them. The normal one, although this is Milliways normal. She was staying in Milliways until the bruises from her fight with Fiona healed (which they have, twice as fast as when she was properly alive and properly human), and then…Well, it was right, that her comrades from Russia had called her ‘Peregrine’. She was a bird rather than any spirit of air; she needed to come back to Earth sometime (well, Earth, planet, inhabited moon…dirtside, really.)
So, maybe her little stay in Milliways is slightly longer than it otherwise might be as she recharges her batteries. There is another reason for her stay, though, and this one she is far more uncomfortable in talking about, even to Ben, even to Cal (who she hasn’t seen in far too long). The fight with Fiona had merely reminded her - she wasn’t purely human. She moved too fast, healed too quick. One would think that the metal rune in her breast would be reminder enough, but it wasn’t. It was just another scar, and in space her fast reflexes were not as shocking.
But fighting on the ground, against another human, has prompted the tiny pilot to head to the library and start browsing the section on Norse mythology. She’s in civvies, clothes dark and plain and comfortable, a mix between old home and new; dog-tags underneath her shirt, as always. Her short curls are messy, but it suits her.
(then again, death suited her, too)
So, maybe her little stay in Milliways is slightly longer than it otherwise might be as she recharges her batteries. There is another reason for her stay, though, and this one she is far more uncomfortable in talking about, even to Ben, even to Cal (who she hasn’t seen in far too long). The fight with Fiona had merely reminded her - she wasn’t purely human. She moved too fast, healed too quick. One would think that the metal rune in her breast would be reminder enough, but it wasn’t. It was just another scar, and in space her fast reflexes were not as shocking.
But fighting on the ground, against another human, has prompted the tiny pilot to head to the library and start browsing the section on Norse mythology. She’s in civvies, clothes dark and plain and comfortable, a mix between old home and new; dog-tags underneath her shirt, as always. Her short curls are messy, but it suits her.
(then again, death suited her, too)