From Ashes - 5
anonymous
January 28 2015, 21:25:51 UTC
It wasn't over yet. The human brought out another strip of brown cloth and Senna had to endure a second round of stinging pain as it dried her hand. Instead of rough, chaffing fabric she pretended it was the soft, fluffy towel her Mama kept by the sink inside her workshop. The drying stopped eventually too. However, just when Senna thought she was safe, a third strip of cloth emerged, much longer than the others. The human wound this tightly around her hand several times. All Senna saw was her Mama firmly pressing down a subdued grey plaster. “There,” Mama said, her green eyes regarding Senna warmly. “That should keep you out of trouble.” The human tied the ends of the impromptu bandage in a knot. “There,” the human smiled at her again. “That should keep you out of trouble.” Senna stared at the human. Why had it said those words? Senna found her hands were shaking again. It wasn't fear this time though. Senna was angry. The shaking traveled up her arms, and she clutched at herself to make it stop. Why did it have to say those words? Those words didn't belong to some stupid, ugly, dull human. They were Mama's words. If somebody else said them how was Senna supposed to pretend anymore? How was she meant to forgot the last time she hugged Papa at the docks, before reading his name three months later on a screen, knowing in truth she would never feel his arms around her again, all the while screaming and crying, as Mama tried fruitlessly to hold her, demanding it was a lie. How was she meant to forget her Mama, who'd barely moved from bed since the illness took her, using all of the strength to gather Senna in her arms, stagger out of the shipping container they'd called home for almost a year, and shove her in the small keeper tunnel before dead hands reached out and took her away from Senna forever. The shaking traveled past her arms. It drilled through her ribs, tunneled into her lungs, gathering force until her mandibles, clenched against her jaw, could no longer keep it suppressed anymore. All the power and force seemed to ebb away when it left Senna's mouth. The small sound that came out wasn't a shout or a yell, it was too pathetic for that. Rather it was a choking, angry sob, caught halfway between a cough and a cry, which went on and on and wouldn't stop. The humans hand, which had been hovering over Senna's moved up, and firmly grasped her wrist. Before Senna knew what was happening she was being pulled down as the human wrapped its arms around her. Senna didn't know how long she knelt on the dirt or when she returned the human's gesture and wrapped her arms around it, her talons digging in to the humans ripped jacket, pressing her whole body tight against the alien in a vain effort to stop the terrible shaking. The human's held on just as fiercely. One of its hands at her back, keeping her close, the other was softly petting her head, the human's dexterous fingers softly running along the edge of her fringe as her Papa had done sometimes when Senna was upset. The sobs finally started to die away and Senna realised the human's grip on her had also loosened, its hand having moved away from her head. Senna looked up and saw the human's attention was elsewhere, the familiar orange light of an omnitool reflected in the alien's grey eyes. Curiosity and a little greed temporarily overcame sadness. Senna took a deep steadying breathe, letting the last of the shaking spasm through her body, then began to shift round. She barely noticed as the human accommodated her as she turned, adjusting itself so Senna was comfortably nestled in its lap. The arm with the omnitool was wrapped around Senna's waist, the other reaching around her shoulder to tap the holographic display. The human was writing a message. Senna saw nimble fingers drag a perfect three-dimensional map of the hill into the message. The map shone brightly in the gloom. It was drawn in shining silk threads of light, with a bright spot near the centre which Senna guessed represented where they were sitting. Even Senna's old omnitool hadn't been capable of creating something like that. Senna's eyes widened as recognition dawned. “That's a Savant 10,” Senna whispered, awe-struck.
From Ashes - 6
anonymous
January 30 2015, 22:12:39 UTC
Senna chastised herself for not recognising the omnitool immediately. She'd spent enough hours pining over the Savant 10's image on the network catalogues. It was a couple of years old now, but the dream she had of one day owning one hadn't gone away. If anything it had got stronger as the omnitool's exorbitant price shrunk as its age grew. Senna wasn't entirely surprised she'd been so slow on the uptake though. When she got sad it made her stupid. It shook her brain about, scattering all her thoughts on the ground aside from the same three or four memories she couldn't help seeing over and over again. She never wanted to forget Mama or Papa, but Senna wished she could stop being sad. The human gave a huff of breathe. Senna couldn't tell if it was from amusement or annoyance. “You can talk? I thought you'd lost your voice as well as the skin off your hands when you fell.” Deeply embarrassed, Senna shrank in on herself, her eyes sinking from the human's omnitool to focus on a spot of dirt on the ground. The human's sarcasm reminded Senna of the beginning of one of the Madam's lectures. Senna realised she'd been improper again. She hadn't said so much as a please or thank you to the alien for helping her. Instead her first words to it had been about some - admittedly very impressive - bit of tech. There was a silence, then the human spoke again. There was no anger or scolding, instead the human's voice was very gentle. “You're right, it is a Savant 10. You're pretty quick, only a couple of people I know could recognise one of these babies on sight and one of them's a Quarian.” The praise made Senna raise her head a little and she grew a little bolder. The alien didn't seem offended. Maybe talking about tech was proper for humans before introductions? “Where did you buy it?” Senna asked, deciding to stay on topic. Besides, she really wanted to know. If a shabby looking human could buy a Savant 10 from that store, maybe she would have a chance too one day. “Nowhere. It was a gift.” Senna couldn't stop her jaw dropping. “Someone gave you a Savant 10? Were you friends with a millionaire?” she asked earnestly. The human gave a bark of laughter. “Hardly. They were an engineer from Terra Nova. I did him a favour.” Senna contemplated this. “It must have been a big favour.” “It was a fairly big favour,” the human agreed. “Would you like a go on it yourself?” “Yes!” Senna said, then stopped, embarrassed. “Yes, please. If that's OK with you?” “Go ahead. Just let me send this message, then its all yours. I'll be interested to see what you can do with it. Maybe there's a few tricks you can teach me,” the human said, with a hint of challenge in its voice. Senna did her best to sit still and be patient. The humans fingers, which had seemed so quick before, were now slothful, seeming to drag as it typed through the air like a person wading through mud. Senna couldn't help being impatient. Senna had loved her old omnitool. She'd got it on her sixth birthday and it had remained her favourite present before or since. Her omnitool had been a Volus-made Cipher 4, the same manufacturer and model Papa had used at work. Senna had spent hours in her room teaching herself how to use it, her omnitool on one arm, a dataslate of instructions in the other. There had been several early mishaps, including one time she'd short-circuited her alarm clock so badly it had set on fire. She'd got better though, which had brought in a whole new set of problems. Hacking was the sport she'd enjoyed the most. Getting around the firewall at Halycon House was small game compared to some of the stuff she used to do. One of her favourite tricks had been breaking into the school's network and speeding up all the clocks so they got to go home early by fifteen minutes. Her parents had almost taken away her omnitool for good when they'd found about that stunt. She didn't know why they were so mad about it. Mama had been laughing when she told Papa about it when Senna was outside the room. When she brought that up it only made Mama and Papa more mad. Senna's omnitool had been confiscated for two weeks and she'd been banned from bringing it into school anymore.
From Ashes - 7
anonymous
February 3 2015, 22:10:32 UTC
Senna thought she'd die of boredom in those two weeks. Now it had almost been six months since her Cipher 4 was taken from her. She'd forgotten exactly what day it was, they all felt the same on the citadel. She'd managed to scavenge and barter for something close to a meal and had hurried home, taking a short cut through the Batarian quarters. She'd been walking through an alleway formed by two shipping crates, when one of the four-eyed aliens had stuck its foot out, tripping her up. The Batarian had hoisted her up from the ground and twisted her arm until it felt like it was going to break in two. He'd made her give up everything; First her food, then the pitiable collection of credit chits in her pocket, and finally, her omnitool. She'd held onto it as long as she could, until the Batarian had threatened to sell her as a slave and then find her Mama and sell her too. Mama, who was very sick then, had dragged herself out of bed to find her, wrapping her arms around Senna and bringing her home. Mama had collapsed halfway back, and Senna had seen the same Batarian nearby, pointing and laughing at them with his friends as Senna desperately tried to pull her Mama's heavy weight. Miss Laria, the C-sec officer, had eventually arrived to help, but the moment had been twisted into Senna's mind with the same force and cruelty as the Batarian had used when he near broke her arm. Senna didn't like Batarians before, she positively loathed them now. Her dark thoughts were interrupted as she saw the human had almost finished. Senna hadn't been paying attention before, and her translator was too slow to read the contents, but she caught the addressee. His name was Garrus. It was name with a reputation to live up to these days. There wasn't a Turian alive who didn't know the name of General Garrus Vakarian, Senna included. She wondered if the Garrus the human was sending the message to got annoyed at having to share his name with someone so big and important. The human tapped the air and the message was sent, another star shooting through the night. “All yours,” the human said. Senna could hardly believe it. A real Savant 10 at her fingertips. She was about to lunge out, talons ready to begin exploring the tool's different functions, when she remembered her manners. She solemnly looked up at the human, whose lips were curled faintly upwards. “Thank you for letting me use your omnitool and for helping me when I got hurt,” Senna paused, then hedged her bets, “...Ma'am.” “Are you sure about that?” she teased. “I wasn't sure, but you've got those two bumpy things on your chest. It was tricky though,” Senna admitted, “They're not very big.” The human's expression caught between what looked like a cross between a smile and a frown. They certainly hadn't covered that sort of face in Senna's classes and she had no idea what the human was thinking. The human snorted, shaking her head. “At least you did better than the Alliance database. According to them I was a six foot three man with a shaved head and a five o'clock shadow. His eyes were a lovely shade of blue though.” Senna giggled. It was strange, she felt like she was chatting and laughing with Cremia after lights out at Halycon house, except she was talking to a grown-up. The human seemed to take heart at her laughter. “The name's Jean.” “Senna,” the Turian girl replied. “Senna Pastovi.” “Its a privilege to meet you, Senna Pastovi.” Jean said. She brought up the Savant's menu with a dramatic flourish of her fingers, “Where shall we start?” Senna barely knew what to choose. There were so many options. She skimmed over the messages and contact section. It wasn't anything her old Cipher couldn't do, and it was rude to look at other people's messages. She started with the map she had seen earlier. The network of golden thread came up once more and she astonished to find as she scrolled out it retained its unnerving accuracy. Soon she was looking down at a perfectly rendered map of the continent. She went out further and it transformed again, Palaven and its moons floating in front of her. Once more and she could reach out and grasp the entire galaxy in her hand.
From Ashes - 8
anonymous
February 16 2015, 22:47:26 UTC
Senna was captivated, the golden light of the miniature galaxy twirling a shimmering waltz in the reflection of her green eyes. The hologram was tiny, but she experienced a strange sensation of vertigo when she stared into it. She was sure if she leaned too close she would be sucked down in a microsecond, like water down a drain. Senna carefully considered the possibilities. Was the tiny galaxy be exactly the same as hers or unrecognisable? Would it be somewhere where the Asari always started fights, Vorcha didn't smell and humans had a shared outlook on life? Maybe there was nobody there at all. The Reapers had won and she would only have Ferosflies for company, alongside other things that buzzed about and were too stupid to think. Perhaps inside that galaxy Reapers didn't even exist, just a ghost story to scare little kids on a moonless night. Maybe there was another Senna within who lived happily in her house on Palaven with her Mama and Papa. Senna heartstrings tugged with an aching want and she went back. Back to the Apien crest, back past the moons, back to Palaven. She didn't go back to the hill though. Instead she brought up the map's search function and tapped in a set of co-ordinates which she'd kept locked and buried for a very long time. The search took two seconds to process, then suddenly it was in front of her: Home. Senna's throat tightened. Everything was there, from the scattered rock garden to the door which always jammed on the first try. It wasn't as damaged as Senna had thought it might be. She could see a few scorch marks on the walls, but aside from that home was exactly as she always remembered. It was as if the war had never happened, which only made the hurt worse. At least if her home had been burnt to the ground, she wouldn't think if she peered through the window she'd find Papa sitting down on his favourite chair in the library, reading one his scrolls, or if she went round the corner she would see Mama coming out of the workshop, a gleam in her eyes and a new project in her hands. “Is that where you used to live?” asked Miss Jean. “Yes,” Senna said. She didn't want to say anything further, didn't want to do anything which would bring about the next question. Miss Jean surprised her again. She didn't ask Senna what had happened, or where her Mama and Papa had gone. She just nodded as if Senna's answer had told her all she needed to know. “Where do you live now?” Jean asked. “Halcyon House. Its the big, white house in the middle of the town with the crumbly walls.” “Can you show me? I'd really like to see it.” Senna nodded. She brought up the search bar again, then stopped. Her home wasn't home anymore but she didn't want to go away yet. Miss Jean didn't hurry her. “Its funny isn't it? Just ten numbers and they can take you anywhere on the whole planet. Do you know what the first five numbers are?” “Latitude.” Senna said. “The lines that go around Palaven's tummy.” Miss Jean grinned at the description. “That's right. What about the longitude?” “The lines that go over Palaven's crest,” said Senna, buoyed by the Miss Jean's praise. “Right again. We're on 24601-42007 at the moment. What do you think the latitude and longitude of that mountain range over there is?” Jean's long finger pointed to the rising peaks of the Silverwings. Senna had heard there in ancient times there were Turian explorers who could place their position by the stars alone. She was not an ancient Turian explorer so when she squinted fruitless up at the stars she didn't see a map, just a lot of shining lights. Her hands reached for the map. “No cheating,” the human teased. “I wasn't going to look at the map.” Senna protested. “I just want to use the compass.” “Alright, go ahead, I'll allow that.” Senna minimised the picture of home. It was hard, but not as hard as changing views on the map. She still had a sense her home was there even if she couldn't see it right now. She brought up the compass. It was an odd tool to have in an age where an Omni-tool could perfectly place your position to a centimetre. Some people downloaded it as a gimmick.
Re: From Ashes - 8
anonymous
February 20 2015, 14:09:20 UTC
OP:
A!A I just want you to know that it's stories like this I wish I could find more like in the Mass Effect fandom at large, so thank you for this adorable fill and all the sweet fluff.
“There,” Mama said, her green eyes regarding Senna warmly. “That should keep you out of trouble.”
The human tied the ends of the impromptu bandage in a knot.
“There,” the human smiled at her again. “That should keep you out of trouble.”
Senna stared at the human. Why had it said those words? Senna found her hands were shaking again. It wasn't fear this time though. Senna was angry. The shaking traveled up her arms, and she clutched at herself to make it stop. Why did it have to say those words? Those words didn't belong to some stupid, ugly, dull human. They were Mama's words.
If somebody else said them how was Senna supposed to pretend anymore?
How was she meant to forgot the last time she hugged Papa at the docks, before reading his name three months later on a screen, knowing in truth she would never feel his arms around her again, all the while screaming and crying, as Mama tried fruitlessly to hold her, demanding it was a lie.
How was she meant to forget her Mama, who'd barely moved from bed since the illness took her, using all of the strength to gather Senna in her arms, stagger out of the shipping container they'd called home for almost a year, and shove her in the small keeper tunnel before dead hands reached out and took her away from Senna forever.
The shaking traveled past her arms. It drilled through her ribs, tunneled into her lungs, gathering force until her mandibles, clenched against her jaw, could no longer keep it suppressed anymore.
All the power and force seemed to ebb away when it left Senna's mouth. The small sound that came out wasn't a shout or a yell, it was too pathetic for that. Rather it was a choking, angry sob, caught halfway between a cough and a cry, which went on and on and wouldn't stop.
The humans hand, which had been hovering over Senna's moved up, and firmly grasped her wrist. Before Senna knew what was happening she was being pulled down as the human wrapped its arms around her.
Senna didn't know how long she knelt on the dirt or when she returned the human's gesture and wrapped her arms around it, her talons digging in to the humans ripped jacket, pressing her whole body tight against the alien in a vain effort to stop the terrible shaking. The human's held on just as fiercely. One of its hands at her back, keeping her close, the other was softly petting her head, the human's dexterous fingers softly running along the edge of her fringe as her Papa had done sometimes when Senna was upset.
The sobs finally started to die away and Senna realised the human's grip on her had also loosened, its hand having moved away from her head. Senna looked up and saw the human's attention was elsewhere, the familiar orange light of an omnitool reflected in the alien's grey eyes.
Curiosity and a little greed temporarily overcame sadness. Senna took a deep steadying breathe, letting the last of the shaking spasm through her body, then began to shift round. She barely noticed as the human accommodated her as she turned, adjusting itself so Senna was comfortably nestled in its lap. The arm with the omnitool was wrapped around Senna's waist, the other reaching around her shoulder to tap the holographic display.
The human was writing a message. Senna saw nimble fingers drag a perfect three-dimensional map of the hill into the message. The map shone brightly in the gloom. It was drawn in shining silk threads of light, with a bright spot near the centre which Senna guessed represented where they were sitting.
Even Senna's old omnitool hadn't been capable of creating something like that. Senna's eyes widened as recognition dawned.
“That's a Savant 10,” Senna whispered, awe-struck.
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The human gave a huff of breathe. Senna couldn't tell if it was from amusement or annoyance. “You can talk? I thought you'd lost your voice as well as the skin off your hands when you fell.”
Deeply embarrassed, Senna shrank in on herself, her eyes sinking from the human's omnitool to focus on a spot of dirt on the ground. The human's sarcasm reminded Senna of the beginning of one of the Madam's lectures. Senna realised she'd been improper again. She hadn't said so much as a please or thank you to the alien for helping her. Instead her first words to it had been about some - admittedly very impressive - bit of tech.
There was a silence, then the human spoke again. There was no anger or scolding, instead the human's voice was very gentle. “You're right, it is a Savant 10. You're pretty quick, only a couple of people I know could recognise one of these babies on sight and one of them's a Quarian.” The praise made Senna raise her head a little and she grew a little bolder. The alien didn't seem offended. Maybe talking about tech was proper for humans before introductions?
“Where did you buy it?” Senna asked, deciding to stay on topic. Besides, she really wanted to know. If a shabby looking human could buy a Savant 10 from that store, maybe she would have a chance too one day.
“Nowhere. It was a gift.”
Senna couldn't stop her jaw dropping. “Someone gave you a Savant 10? Were you friends with a millionaire?” she asked earnestly.
The human gave a bark of laughter. “Hardly. They were an engineer from Terra Nova. I did him a favour.”
Senna contemplated this. “It must have been a big favour.”
“It was a fairly big favour,” the human agreed. “Would you like a go on it yourself?”
“Yes!” Senna said, then stopped, embarrassed. “Yes, please. If that's OK with you?”
“Go ahead. Just let me send this message, then its all yours. I'll be interested to see what you can do with it. Maybe there's a few tricks you can teach me,” the human said, with a hint of challenge in its voice.
Senna did her best to sit still and be patient. The humans fingers, which had seemed so quick before, were now slothful, seeming to drag as it typed through the air like a person wading through mud.
Senna couldn't help being impatient. Senna had loved her old omnitool. She'd got it on her sixth birthday and it had remained her favourite present before or since. Her omnitool had been a Volus-made Cipher 4, the same manufacturer and model Papa had used at work. Senna had spent hours in her room teaching herself how to use it, her omnitool on one arm, a dataslate of instructions in the other. There had been several early mishaps, including one time she'd short-circuited her alarm clock so badly it had set on fire.
She'd got better though, which had brought in a whole new set of problems. Hacking was the sport she'd enjoyed the most. Getting around the firewall at Halycon House was small game compared to some of the stuff she used to do. One of her favourite tricks had been breaking into the school's network and speeding up all the clocks so they got to go home early by fifteen minutes.
Her parents had almost taken away her omnitool for good when they'd found about that stunt. She didn't know why they were so mad about it. Mama had been laughing when she told Papa about it when Senna was outside the room. When she brought that up it only made Mama and Papa more mad. Senna's omnitool had been confiscated for two weeks and she'd been banned from bringing it into school anymore.
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Still here, still reading and still enjoying this.
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Mama, who was very sick then, had dragged herself out of bed to find her, wrapping her arms around Senna and bringing her home. Mama had collapsed halfway back, and Senna had seen the same Batarian nearby, pointing and laughing at them with his friends as Senna desperately tried to pull her Mama's heavy weight. Miss Laria, the C-sec officer, had eventually arrived to help, but the moment had been twisted into Senna's mind with the same force and cruelty as the Batarian had used when he near broke her arm.
Senna didn't like Batarians before, she positively loathed them now.
Her dark thoughts were interrupted as she saw the human had almost finished. Senna hadn't been paying attention before, and her translator was too slow to read the contents, but she caught the addressee. His name was Garrus.
It was name with a reputation to live up to these days. There wasn't a Turian alive who didn't know the name of General Garrus Vakarian, Senna included. She wondered if the Garrus the human was sending the message to got annoyed at having to share his name with someone so big and important.
The human tapped the air and the message was sent, another star shooting through the night.
“All yours,” the human said.
Senna could hardly believe it. A real Savant 10 at her fingertips. She was about to lunge out, talons ready to begin exploring the tool's different functions, when she remembered her manners. She solemnly looked up at the human, whose lips were curled faintly upwards.
“Thank you for letting me use your omnitool and for helping me when I got hurt,” Senna paused, then hedged her bets, “...Ma'am.”
“Are you sure about that?” she teased.
“I wasn't sure, but you've got those two bumpy things on your chest. It was tricky though,” Senna admitted, “They're not very big.”
The human's expression caught between what looked like a cross between a smile and a frown. They certainly hadn't covered that sort of face in Senna's classes and she had no idea what the human was thinking.
The human snorted, shaking her head. “At least you did better than the Alliance database. According to them I was a six foot three man with a shaved head and a five o'clock shadow. His eyes were a lovely shade of blue though.” Senna giggled. It was strange, she felt like she was chatting and laughing with Cremia after lights out at Halycon house, except she was talking to a grown-up. The human seemed to take heart at her laughter. “The name's Jean.”
“Senna,” the Turian girl replied. “Senna Pastovi.”
“Its a privilege to meet you, Senna Pastovi.” Jean said. She brought up the Savant's menu with a dramatic flourish of her fingers, “Where shall we start?”
Senna barely knew what to choose. There were so many options. She skimmed over the messages and contact section. It wasn't anything her old Cipher couldn't do, and it was rude to look at other people's messages.
She started with the map she had seen earlier. The network of golden thread came up once more and she astonished to find as she scrolled out it retained its unnerving accuracy. Soon she was looking down at a perfectly rendered map of the continent. She went out further and it transformed again, Palaven and its moons floating in front of her. Once more and she could reach out and grasp the entire galaxy in her hand.
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Senna carefully considered the possibilities. Was the tiny galaxy be exactly the same as hers or unrecognisable? Would it be somewhere where the Asari always started fights, Vorcha didn't smell and humans had a shared outlook on life? Maybe there was nobody there at all. The Reapers had won and she would only have Ferosflies for company, alongside other things that buzzed about and were too stupid to think.
Perhaps inside that galaxy Reapers didn't even exist, just a ghost story to scare little kids on a moonless night. Maybe there was another Senna within who lived happily in her house on Palaven with her Mama and Papa.
Senna heartstrings tugged with an aching want and she went back. Back to the Apien crest, back past the moons, back to Palaven. She didn't go back to the hill though. Instead she brought up the map's search function and tapped in a set of co-ordinates which she'd kept locked and buried for a very long time.
The search took two seconds to process, then suddenly it was in front of her: Home. Senna's throat tightened. Everything was there, from the scattered rock garden to the door which always jammed on the first try. It wasn't as damaged as Senna had thought it might be. She could see a few scorch marks on the walls, but aside from that home was exactly as she always remembered.
It was as if the war had never happened, which only made the hurt worse. At least if her home had been burnt to the ground, she wouldn't think if she peered through the window she'd find Papa sitting down on his favourite chair in the library, reading one his scrolls, or if she went round the corner she would see Mama coming out of the workshop, a gleam in her eyes and a new project in her hands.
“Is that where you used to live?” asked Miss Jean.
“Yes,” Senna said. She didn't want to say anything further, didn't want to do anything which would bring about the next question.
Miss Jean surprised her again. She didn't ask Senna what had happened, or where her Mama and Papa had gone. She just nodded as if Senna's answer had told her all she needed to know.
“Where do you live now?” Jean asked.
“Halcyon House. Its the big, white house in the middle of the town with the crumbly walls.”
“Can you show me? I'd really like to see it.”
Senna nodded. She brought up the search bar again, then stopped. Her home wasn't home anymore but she didn't want to go away yet.
Miss Jean didn't hurry her. “Its funny isn't it? Just ten numbers and they can take you anywhere on the whole planet. Do you know what the first five numbers are?”
“Latitude.” Senna said. “The lines that go around Palaven's tummy.”
Miss Jean grinned at the description. “That's right. What about the longitude?”
“The lines that go over Palaven's crest,” said Senna, buoyed by the Miss Jean's praise.
“Right again. We're on 24601-42007 at the moment. What do you think the latitude and longitude of that mountain range over there is?” Jean's long finger pointed to the rising peaks of the Silverwings.
Senna had heard there in ancient times there were Turian explorers who could place their position by the stars alone. She was not an ancient Turian explorer so when she squinted fruitless up at the stars she didn't see a map, just a lot of shining lights.
Her hands reached for the map.
“No cheating,” the human teased.
“I wasn't going to look at the map.” Senna protested. “I just want to use the compass.”
“Alright, go ahead, I'll allow that.”
Senna minimised the picture of home. It was hard, but not as hard as changing views on the map. She still had a sense her home was there even if she couldn't see it right now.
She brought up the compass. It was an odd tool to have in an age where an Omni-tool could perfectly place your position to a centimetre. Some people downloaded it as a gimmick.
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A!A I just want you to know that it's stories like this I wish I could find more like in the Mass Effect fandom at large, so thank you for this adorable fill and all the sweet fluff.
I only wish more people wrote kidfic.
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Real life issues, A!A?
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Please, hurry up, A!A!!!!!
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