Oh, forget it, who cares if my electrolytes are balanced? Drink more, ignoring, for the most part, the pain signals.Oh, forget it, who cares if my electrolytes are balanced? Drink more, ignoring, for the most part, the pain signals. Try to rise, steady myself on sink and towel bar. Look in mirror. Gods I am a mess. No beard, so I wasn't in cryo long. Look at wrists. Nothing, not even scars. Good healing job, but there's a pain in the crux of my elbow. Oh. Intravenous scarring, they were taking care of me, in a serious way. It'll go away, I'm familiar with it. Walk, unsteady towards window. Look out. Same assesment. More trees, again in the beginning of Firith, the season of fading. And there's... What the? I didn't design those! And who's she? Whoever, she's beautiful. Thick, small blond curls, big frame, high sweet breasts, naked, freckles, looking Irish almost. And who built her unicorn? If it's a 'droid, it's from Grand Design, nobody else on Pendor makes them that well. If it's not, I'm impressed, I thought nobody had reached my talent yet, at least not with mammals. She vanished out of sight almost as soon as I got a good look at her. She rode with just a blanket. I looked. I was on the second floor, but the window wouldn't open. I pressed my hand to the glass, and it was warm to the touch, so I assume it was warm outside. I began an intensive search of the room. The bed was simple, as I'd said. Small but comfortable, nothing fancy. Tried the desk...Hmm, interesting. |