Nothing needed doing so we decide to head to Luminaire. Ley and I are chasing eachother in Atrons all the way over from Thiarer. We go the safe route so we can avoid any trouble. Lets you actually pause a moment before stargates and have a look around. Probably something we’ll stop doing eventually, I notice nobody else seems to bother. All warp to zero, jump. Helps when some of these systems already have a history for us but then, don’t they for all these pilots too? Well, some of its business too I’m sure. Time is money.
We get to Luminaire and there is a good landing open near some old harbor-side shops we visited a long time ago. As we get there, Ley is asking me what I’m thinking of buying. I can’t really say. She’s talking clothes and food, but by the time we’ve made it on to the street and started breathing that crisp, clean air she’s talking about apartments. It’s just so beautiful here that I can’t help but chuckle at the thought. I remind her how hungry she was a few hours ago.
We take our food towards a pier and just sit there dangling our legs over the edge like kids eating sandwiches. It’s lovely, nobody seems to mind and they’re all doing their own thing too. An old lady dressed in Hukon robes is doing stretching exercises under the shade of a large Ikmus. A Matari couple are lounging on a patch of grass behind her, half-dozing in the sun. People are walking by us looking like they got something to do but nobody seems real rushed. The air is warm and thick with the sound of the sea beneath us, lashing at wall below our feet.
I’m remembering how afraid we were to come down the first time.
Where there is great doubt, there will be great awakening; small doubt, small awakening, no doubt, no awakening.
