( Captain Kreil is a frequent, if distant apparition on his own ship, like a merchant consumed by obsessive regard of his own wares. He walks the decks, trails his fingers where dust drags out empire, verbally applaud men who execute their orders and takes tally of belongings and crew.
His. A world, his own.
Little eludes him. Less would presume to. A young man — straggling, bereft of rest opportunity when Caladan's indications that their new inherited passengers be treated fairly is... an unpleasant sight. He corrects it, sidling near, to nod where the cabins sleep within proximate distance.
Only a few steps more, little trinket. )
I believe, you are best positioned in a bed there, my little friend.
scallywags
His. A world, his own.
Little eludes him. Less would presume to. A young man — straggling, bereft of rest opportunity when Caladan's indications that their new inherited passengers be treated fairly is... an unpleasant sight. He corrects it, sidling near, to nod where the cabins sleep within proximate distance.
Only a few steps more, little trinket. )
I believe, you are best positioned in a bed there, my little friend.