Journal Entry 095 / 0010 M'Ress, and I, out on the plain.Journal Entry 095 / 0010 M'Ress, and I, out on the plain. I'm always so surprised at just how far we are from the rest of the Universe, from any other sentient being. Abornia plain, as we have named it, is a mere sector away from The Camp, again, as we have named it, but that is a distance farther than man has ever been from his home planet. Did I just write that? I am still human; I'd hate to start thinking of myself otherwise. And watching her move, just move, is one of the most pleasant experienced I can think of; her thin, yet well-built figure, with it's thick golden fur and expressive tail are proof to me that I did a good job with her and her folk. And I never, ever thought that the Domesticus muzzle could convey so much emotion. I still haven't decided if digitigrade was a good decision for a humanoid form. |