Posted Sept. 2, 2021, 11:02 a.m. by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Lieutenant Eldorin Asam (Chief of Security) in Will it be boxty and barmbrack yet again dear?
Rende walked through the door of the lounge holding two very very old insulated coffee mugs. She’d dug these up out of the crates at the estate before they headed out. Tabris had made them when he was a freshman in high school. He had a thing for working with textiles and was very very talented. Rende wasn’t artistic but she’d spent hours sitting with him, using a small lap loom learning how to thread it and keep the weave tight and then take it off the loom and then moving on to the bigger standing looms at the school’s vocational building. The first cup she set down there was a beautiful mini tapestry inside the mug of the edge of a wood with a baby pudú on it. The second cup, that she kept for herself was a winter scene and an artic fox hoping through the snow. Tabris had designed and made these himself. And with much care, Rende had managed to keep them safe. Both were filled with fresh hot coffee, Eldorin’s favorite blend. She took a seat at a table in the corner near the windows and waited for her husband to arrive before ordering lunch. He wasn’t late yet, but if he was she was going to give him so much crap about his poor old knees. She chuckled softly to herself.
Rende, CObump
Eldorin arrived shortly thereafter, never meaning to be late to a meeting but Rende had a way of always beating him to the punch. He looked at the set up, the adorable representation of the smallest deer was wonderful even after the centuries before the scent of fresh coffee wafted to his old nostrils. He inhaled slowly before exhaling with a smile, “Sometimes I forget how much of our past we take with us, back on the estate it all just ‘belonged’ and now here it feels almost out of place, but I wouldn’t have anything different.” He sat down across and grabbed his mug to take a long sip.
Eldorin Asam, CoS
Rende smiled slightly as she watched Eldorin walk through the doors. He was on time, he always was. The man was meticulous to detail and had an eye for timing. Something, that over the centuries, she had not only relied on but had bet against her very life. Rende reached up a finger tracing the ear wrap on her right ear, Eldorin’s ear adorned with a matching one (https://imgur.com/a/ZHnqvG0). “Of all the places we have been, we have lived, Ireland will always be home. It’s strange after so long of moving all over Earth we can now just stay in one place and no one panics when we don’t get old.” She chuckled as her shoulder twinged at her and reminded her that she was old. She sipped the coffee staring out at the stars. After so many centuries they were familiar from ship or planet side. “What do you think Eldorin? Of this ship and crew? They only ever send us out now if there is hitch.”
Rende, CO
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