[Open] Why can't novels fix all ills?
Characters: Jennifer Walters, Open
Content: Jennifer is in her room, brooding over the unfortunate problems such as the accident with the Admiral, fears that her father would request her to come home, and the odd little creature that was caught aboard the ship.
Setting: Her quarters on the Serenty
Time: The evening after the creature was captured
Warnings: None, she's just brooding.
The slender form of the young Ambassador was slowly pacing back and forth in her lush and beautiful quarters. She had busy decorating, draping the walls with silks that were in the colors of a peacock feather, the bed set with a heavy comforter and several throw pillows. The wall on the left hand side of the room had been covered with easily placed and easily removed bookshelves, and there were stored more books than anyone could imagine. A central set of shelves had the books behind pieces of glass, and were sealed with an old lock that went to an ornate key that she kept in a small secretary rolling desk in the corner.
She had heard about the accident with the Admiral, and she was deep in thought. Even the book Jennifer had been enjoying was lying face down, spine up, on the corner of the lush bed. She could only desperately wonder what had truly happened to him. If her father was concerned, there was no doubt that he would send for her to return to Bellicus, and she had just left. She did not want to return to the city or to her family home, but if he called for her she would have to go. There was also that odd thing that had been captured on the ship.
Jennifer had no idea what it was, if it were some deranged form of demihuman she felt the need to learn of its plight. The poor thing might not have known any better, looking the way it did, it had probably been shunned all its life. If it were not demihuman, it was still a living creature and somewhat sentient. She had said something to the captain, but the captain was not very receptive to her ideas, not that he ever was. Sometimes, she wondered what she had gotten herself into. If she were truly on the right ship. Her personal beliefs were something that the captain was not quite open to.
Sighing softly, she sat back down on her bed and tried to pick up her book again. She was interested in reading, but the idea of being summoned home was disturbing enough that she was kept from it. Sighing yet again, she went to her small bathroom and unpinned her long hair, the curls falling down her back as she began brushing it with an ivory backed brush set in silver, glancing at herself in the mirror. She was dressed, as usual, in a long skirt and sleeveless basque, this particular set a dark plum color that was rather striking with the silvery gray blouse she was wearing beneath it.
Her mind was troubled though, and she left the bathroom without pulling her hair up again, so it was falling down her back as she began making a pot of tea on her small hot plate. The Early Grey would calm her.