@commandandcounsel
‘Hello little one. I haven’t heard from you in ages, now I’m forced to come check on you in person. Is it really so hard to keep in contact with your mother?’ Lwaxana sent the words to her daughter as she stepped down off the transporter pad, her manservant and her luggage a step behind her. She of course hadn’t called ahead, and she was as much at fault for the time between communiques, but that was something she’d never admit to.











