Oh how romantic, PJ and Tag on deck. *snort*
On deck, by the rail. The Etherium is still parked on the desert on the planet. PJ & Tag are talking, along with anyone else who joins in.
"Oh, aye," she laughed. "Birds around here are plentiful, but most don't fly much. They're fat and just flap from tree to tree--hardly any come out in the desert, here, where the ship's parked."
She was mentally chewing on Tag's denial of gossiping. She knew better--a man as sharp as that would always listen; he just might not speak. That was a game she knew well, one of the only such 'games' she played. The first mate was still climbing in her esteem--soon he might be as highly regarded as his clean clothes. The thought of a hot, piranha-less bath and actually changing her clothes was the most delicious thought available to her imagination at that moment.
"Would it be prying to ask what manner of venture this ship is undertaking? You've mentioned the young Ärgan lad is a--research scientist," she said, stressing the word slightly, "After a relic, but not what he searches for in particular. It sounds like jolly good fun--I'm interested in all kinds of relics." She pulled a smooth rock out of her pocket and began to roll it around betwixt her fingers. It was almost entirely round--she must have been rolling it a long, long time.
"Oh, aye," she laughed. "Birds around here are plentiful, but most don't fly much. They're fat and just flap from tree to tree--hardly any come out in the desert, here, where the ship's parked."
She was mentally chewing on Tag's denial of gossiping. She knew better--a man as sharp as that would always listen; he just might not speak. That was a game she knew well, one of the only such 'games' she played. The first mate was still climbing in her esteem--soon he might be as highly regarded as his clean clothes. The thought of a hot, piranha-less bath and actually changing her clothes was the most delicious thought available to her imagination at that moment.
"Would it be prying to ask what manner of venture this ship is undertaking? You've mentioned the young Ärgan lad is a--research scientist," she said, stressing the word slightly, "After a relic, but not what he searches for in particular. It sounds like jolly good fun--I'm interested in all kinds of relics." She pulled a smooth rock out of her pocket and began to roll it around betwixt her fingers. It was almost entirely round--she must have been rolling it a long, long time.