I'm the only friend that makes you cry. (Pre-cloneplot)
There were not many places on the ship for a seven foot tall purple person to hide, but at the moment, Alastirra was earnestly trying.
She fervently hoped that the corner of Hydroponics she had found was far enough from her garden so that people would miss her. Thankfully, she was not entirely alone--her mistsaber had practically pushed her down and lay atop her.
For the moment, she let him, her only protest being a weak "Snowspot, you're too big to sit in my lap any more."
Not that it deterred the cat one bit.
At least it hid the streaks and the purple-blue blotches on her face that showed she'd been crying.
She fervently hoped that the corner of Hydroponics she had found was far enough from her garden so that people would miss her. Thankfully, she was not entirely alone--her mistsaber had practically pushed her down and lay atop her.
For the moment, she let him, her only protest being a weak "Snowspot, you're too big to sit in my lap any more."
Not that it deterred the cat one bit.
At least it hid the streaks and the purple-blue blotches on her face that showed she'd been crying.