VMMM…
A young lady slept peacefully in her cabin aboard a frigate, snoring softly as she hugged a teddy bear. Her limbs were flung about wildly, messily, while she drooled lightly on her pillow. Her hair was a stark golden, as if woven from strands of pure gold, even if messy and untidy.
The cabin was dark, save for the streaks of light that shot past the airtight window, a characteristic view of FTL warp travel. At such speeds, the dotted lights of stars were turned into lines, and lines were stretched into planes. A heavy, but beautiful stellar rain that washed past every frigate in FTL.
VMMM…
She stirred in her sleep as a slight disturbance moved her.
VMMM…
She slowly opened her eyes.
Her irises were of a rich amber, one that was normally full of life and alacrity.
Yet, this time, they were filled with a hint of annoyance.
VMMM
