Dune Reflections
As usual Ghani slipped away while most of the crew was sleeping and had headed straight to the Sensoriums. As soon as the doors slid open a warm wind caressed her face and the soft subtle smell of Cinnamon assaulted her nose. Spice. It was a smell that she had grown up with and over time had grown accustomed to.... And now a smell that she was dearly missing.
Sighing she stepped inside, her feet sinking into the soft sands that were oh so deceiving. It was here, this fake Arrakis, that momentarily quelled her sense of homesickness. And then it hit her again.
What she'd give to actually see her brother... To touch him, to laugh with him... But all she has for now is a maker that is part of him...
She moved swiftly over the dunes of sand, keeping her steps irregular and not making any sort of pattern - she doesn't even think about it... It just happens. Safely at an outcropping of rocks, she climbs to the top, not an easy feat, but one she was use to.
Sinking down, she swings her legs over the ledge and looks out over the expanse of the desert and frowns. This ship.. This Stacy was all wrong. They had... what was the word? Computers... Something she'd been taught to believe were wrong and... Well it just.. It was strange. Leto, she knew, would have dealt with all of this much better.
And the others on the ship? It was very peculiar. Luckily she was able to draw on her Other Memories so she knew what they talked about and didn't come off as ignorant.
But even though she was settling in, and getting use to the ways of the ship, she missed Arrakis... She missed her Dune, and she wished for nothing more to return there.
And that was why she was currently sitting alone, staring out at the seemingly never ending dunes of sand.
Sighing she stepped inside, her feet sinking into the soft sands that were oh so deceiving. It was here, this fake Arrakis, that momentarily quelled her sense of homesickness. And then it hit her again.
What she'd give to actually see her brother... To touch him, to laugh with him... But all she has for now is a maker that is part of him...
She moved swiftly over the dunes of sand, keeping her steps irregular and not making any sort of pattern - she doesn't even think about it... It just happens. Safely at an outcropping of rocks, she climbs to the top, not an easy feat, but one she was use to.
Sinking down, she swings her legs over the ledge and looks out over the expanse of the desert and frowns. This ship.. This Stacy was all wrong. They had... what was the word? Computers... Something she'd been taught to believe were wrong and... Well it just.. It was strange. Leto, she knew, would have dealt with all of this much better.
And the others on the ship? It was very peculiar. Luckily she was able to draw on her Other Memories so she knew what they talked about and didn't come off as ignorant.
But even though she was settling in, and getting use to the ways of the ship, she missed Arrakis... She missed her Dune, and she wished for nothing more to return there.
And that was why she was currently sitting alone, staring out at the seemingly never ending dunes of sand.