Jazz had sat down in the shared program with her eyes closed and her face turned up to the dying sun a cool mountain breeze. She took deep breaths to clear her head. She was about to leave when the helm officer walked in. She had not had time to talk to him much. [snip] There was a cool breeze blowing down from the mountains, across the valley and onto Cynan's face. He loved it here. Here he was calm and at piece. Here, in his homeland. "This is beautiful", Jazz said from behind. "Yes, yes it is", Cynan replied turning. "I didn't hear you come in." "I'm sorry I didn't realise the suite was in use." "It's alright. I don't mind sharing! So anyways, how have you been? Enjoy your leave?" [end of snip] Jazz smiled as she waited for him to answer and slumped down beside him. she crossed her legs indian style and looked out over the water, "You look like a man with lots on his mind," she said not looking away from the horizon, "Whats up?" Lt. jg Jazz "Rixx" Falcon Exobiologist Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - More reliable, more storage, less spam ************************************************************* USS Vanguard: http://ncv80221.netfirms.com/default.htm Vanguard Archives: //www.freelists.org/archives/ncv80221 Gamma Fleet: http://gammafleet.trekplayer.com/ FreeLists: //www.freelists.org *************************************************************