#fromchile

My muse died a long time ago, and while looking through my muse's belongings your muse finds a note with their name written on it. Send "✉" for what it says.

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RECOVERED MESSAGE IS AS FOLLOWS.

I don't know when, or if, this will reach you Naranja - as beautiful as nebulas out here may prove themselves to be, it may be more reliable for me to invest in a homing pigeon if I hold true hopes of getting through the distance between our ships. Would Mr Hospitality forgive me? Yet, as all good 'captains', I must keep a log and to direct any of my thoughts to the Powers That Be will surely only be concise dates and scientific reports.

I haven't had a decent debate since I last saw you and I fear by the time I'm back, I'll be quite terribly passive:   the holograms are all well mannered and innocent intentioned;  the other scientists all suspicious and of fewer words than either of us have ever been accused of being.

You wouldn't believe how much I miss both you and Luna.  [ Computer - please delete that last sentence. ]   You'd fully believe how much I miss Luna. Maybe you'd be surprised how much I miss you, I've grown too used to your presence always feeling nearby. It turns out you might know what you're talking about - on this occasion only, of course - about me not being careful enough with letting my heart be talked into the missions that my brain knows better than to take. At times it worries me. It didn't used to. Then again, it's not as if I had a family to return to before you, is it?

Two weeks left.  How much can happen in two weeks? My news is sure to remain the same.

We'll have a lot to talk about, I'm sure. I - I have much to tell you. Perhaps we'll take some time. Go somewhere other than La Sirena,  take Luna to see something a bit new.  She's growing too fast,  do you think she'll take to being a big sister?  I think she will. I hope so.  [ Computer,  delete everything after 'bit new'. Come on, Donovan. Resume. ]   As I said.  There's a lot that has come to my attention here that we should discuss in person. 

Please look after yourself,  you know how sentimental my Romulan heart is,  we both know how you'd hate to break it.

“So you fall from the sky in your weird skyship of metal, destroy a quarter of my fence, tear apart my range, almost hit my house, and you still won’t let me go inside said ship.” Avyra had finally managed to get him in a position where she could corner him while he worked. “That’s unfair, you know.”

It had been two days, and she’d barely managed to pry his name from his mouth. It was obvious that he wasn’t from this continent, maybe even the planet itself. But other worlds sounded too ridiculous.

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         ❛  [ CLIMB ] for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch                                               so they can be eye level with taller muse.  ❜

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TOMORROW !

 ❝  i haven’t laughed like this in a long time.  ❞

 it's hard to keep track of time out here    -    minutes    &&    hours,    day and night,    they all have a way of colliding and leaving nothing but increasingly confusing ashes in their wakes.    maybe it's part of why she's made the decision to linger out here:    in the space between planets,    in the void that could be anywhere.    there are few views like it:    how entire wall shows them distant flickers of planets,    how colour finds its way even out here in the dark,    vibrant and yet surreal.    (    these days she makes no effort to be vulcan,    just as she makes no effort to be human or even romulan.    she's too tired for pretences    &&    just maeve will have to do.    ) 

 ❝   you're overthinking it.   ❞

 words get a pointed glance,    sharp yet not truly offended,    dark raised eyebrows before reply can too smoothly slide out of dry wit.     ❝   it's actually in my job description.   ❞     she worries    -     it comes with being a scientist,    it comes with being kind-of starfleet,     and it comes with all that has happened over past years.    worrying has kept her alive too many times fo her to know how to exist without that weight within her chest    -    it is better than pretending she knows how to breathe easily.