Noon hour - open
Stildyne was taking his noon-hour, though he hadn't wandered quite as far afield as usual. He sat in the Coffee Shop, nursing a cup of something dark, flavored, and highly energizing.
He was in a placid mood, and so long as he wasn't in the gym he wouldn't hide it. He'd found a book to look over-- had had to laugh. Dolgorukij Sagas, the newer revisionist versions. Some of the dryer passages were made more friendly when he remembered some of the exaggerated distaste with which the malcontent Cousin Stanoczk and Andrej Koscuisko had greeted the idea.
Glassy slope, not grassy slope. So it was higher up from the bridge, there would have been grassy slopes, so it had to be the fort-*
His flattened face shifted into a slight smile.
[*Exerpt from The Devil and Deep Space, by Susan R. Matthews.]
He was in a placid mood, and so long as he wasn't in the gym he wouldn't hide it. He'd found a book to look over-- had had to laugh. Dolgorukij Sagas, the newer revisionist versions. Some of the dryer passages were made more friendly when he remembered some of the exaggerated distaste with which the malcontent Cousin Stanoczk and Andrej Koscuisko had greeted the idea.
Glassy slope, not grassy slope. So it was higher up from the bridge, there would have been grassy slopes, so it had to be the fort-*
His flattened face shifted into a slight smile.
[*Exerpt from The Devil and Deep Space, by Susan R. Matthews.]