Agendas
The _idea_ hadn't been hers, but the abyssinian's help was always welcome when it came to technical matters. and, wallace was smart enough not to say for once, to slightly illicit ones. "here and there."
Flamehearts-Prologue.
At once a servant- tall abyssinian- appeared. "take sir fanar to our guest chambers, and provide him with anything he orders." "of course milady. this way please, sir."
First Impressions
The abyssinian looked up from her console. she was busy collecting information about the stars around them. or, at least, she was collecting information -- "busy" was a bit overpromising. "sir?" "'mirrors a golden gate, or zevmar javkrahuk-tigan.'
Shared Experience
Nobody had told the abyssinian what to look out for; the sound of the alert was her first cue. "uh, contact, sir." dave perked his ears. "elaborate?" she sorted through the data on her console as best, and as quickly, as she could.