[It is very easy in one's life on the Elegante to lose track of time. Ignoring the possible discrepancy in calendars between worlds, there was the unending drone of days that just dragged past like a drive in a desert with no horizon ( Read more... )

Phoenix.

I owe you my thanks.

[And that is all he'll say. He sounds like absolute hell, his voice soft and more gravelly than usual.]

[Damas has this bad habit of straying back to where he was previously with his son. It had been Deck 03, with the stream, but between Erol's confronting him there some time back and the poisonous plants that are still plaguing the place, there's no point in getting poisoned every time Damas wants to think ( Read more... )

[Damas has been poking around the ship at a somewhat leisurely pace since the passenger's glorious return to the Elegante some time ago. His plan was to check the decks to see what had changed, and what had remained the same. He was aware from the ShipNet chatter where some of the dangers were lying, but he was hesitant to check Deck 16 by himself ( Read more... )