Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2013 4:07:33 GMT -8
It had been a long and tiring few days though her talk with Virgil had given her much food for thought. There was likely to be a day in Nolfia's distant future where the General of the Nolfian Guard would not need to confer with the Senate as often as they currently had to. The Unification and the Senate were still too young and vulnerable from outside and potential inside sabotage for that future to return concrete. Kunama wrinkled her large black nose as she waited for her order.
It was not long before a wide and square tumbler filled with a jet black liquid was placed in front of her. Kunama could tell easily it was replicated but the plants that Aaerion had started were not yet mature and the request she had sent home had yet to be filed and acted upon. Tekal was not a drink one drank lightly even by Nolfian standards but it was her preferred tipple.
She yawned, her jaws gaping wide and her head shook slightly as her lower jaw closed to meet the upper jaw. Hse glanced and noted a few looks of plain disgust. Her ear flicked but she didn't respond to what she found somewhat offensive. Prejudice was not encouraged on Nolfia, though it still happened as all things did. She took a sip and was glad the bartender had taken her jaws into account. The Nolfian General shifted awkwardly on the barstool, the style of seat foreign to her but not unlikeable. She hated the seat with no holes in the back, it hurt her tail to sit on those. She flexed her toes.
She had tried the treadmills earlier, not something found on Nolfia or in the fleet but she could see the bonus of them. Kunama liked running and it gave her the perfect way to run at her chosen speed without going anywhere at all. She had doubted other residents would appreciate a large Nolfian running laps around the station for hours. She'd get in the way. She smiled and lay in some notes on the padd in front of her. It wasn't something anyone could read unless they had learned the Nolfian written text and Nolfian itself.
She was also sorting stuff out for Konak but she would not mind company she mused. She had hoped to find it here but it seemed a little empty. It seemed to have been given a fresh look since she was last here. She could smell the disinfectant too. His schooling sorted, she moved on to personal research. Here, some of the text was readable english and she took a little longer to read it. She was still learning.
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It was not long before a wide and square tumbler filled with a jet black liquid was placed in front of her. Kunama could tell easily it was replicated but the plants that Aaerion had started were not yet mature and the request she had sent home had yet to be filed and acted upon. Tekal was not a drink one drank lightly even by Nolfian standards but it was her preferred tipple.
She yawned, her jaws gaping wide and her head shook slightly as her lower jaw closed to meet the upper jaw. Hse glanced and noted a few looks of plain disgust. Her ear flicked but she didn't respond to what she found somewhat offensive. Prejudice was not encouraged on Nolfia, though it still happened as all things did. She took a sip and was glad the bartender had taken her jaws into account. The Nolfian General shifted awkwardly on the barstool, the style of seat foreign to her but not unlikeable. She hated the seat with no holes in the back, it hurt her tail to sit on those. She flexed her toes.
She had tried the treadmills earlier, not something found on Nolfia or in the fleet but she could see the bonus of them. Kunama liked running and it gave her the perfect way to run at her chosen speed without going anywhere at all. She had doubted other residents would appreciate a large Nolfian running laps around the station for hours. She'd get in the way. She smiled and lay in some notes on the padd in front of her. It wasn't something anyone could read unless they had learned the Nolfian written text and Nolfian itself.
She was also sorting stuff out for Konak but she would not mind company she mused. She had hoped to find it here but it seemed a little empty. It seemed to have been given a fresh look since she was last here. She could smell the disinfectant too. His schooling sorted, she moved on to personal research. Here, some of the text was readable english and she took a little longer to read it. She was still learning.
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