With a soft exhalation, the young woman dropped into a comfortable chair at the Tendril Tree CafĂ©. She settled back into it, her slender figure settling into the overstuffed cushions as sea green eyes cascaded over the warm, bustling interior. There was nothing quite like this at home, she thought softly, out on the rolling hills of Pii III around her parent’s nerf ranch.
But there had been a wealth of marvelous cafes and eateries in Lorrd City around the Universty campus, where she’d spent four amazing years of her life. It was a wonder to think of how much she’d changed over the last four years, living on a cosmopolitan world with culture and knowledge at her fingertips. Even Phe’s parents wouldn’t have recognized her, had she bothered to go back after graduating-
-a discreet cough interrupted her reverie and heralded the servers arrival. Phedre smiled up at the young woman and shifted slightly in her chair. “A pot of Chandrilan Black tea, milk and sugar on the side, please. Oh...and a few of those vanilla scones as well. Thank you.”
The young man nodded and went off to place her order, while she glanced down at the datapad in her lap. It was on the recommendation of one of her old professors that she’d come to Bastion, and to Ravelin in particular. Languages and culture had been her area of study while at university, and the two years she’d spent traveling had only honed her skills and broadened her knowledge base even further.
With any luck, Phedre would be able to find a place for herself within the Empire. It had been her goal since her first days at University and her first class in Xenoculture, fond memories cascading across her mind’s eye. She poured herself a cup of tea upon its arrival, and sat back to savor it. Eyes discreetly attentive to those around her, over the rim of her delicate cup.
But there had been a wealth of marvelous cafes and eateries in Lorrd City around the Universty campus, where she’d spent four amazing years of her life. It was a wonder to think of how much she’d changed over the last four years, living on a cosmopolitan world with culture and knowledge at her fingertips. Even Phe’s parents wouldn’t have recognized her, had she bothered to go back after graduating-
-a discreet cough interrupted her reverie and heralded the servers arrival. Phedre smiled up at the young woman and shifted slightly in her chair. “A pot of Chandrilan Black tea, milk and sugar on the side, please. Oh...and a few of those vanilla scones as well. Thank you.”
The young man nodded and went off to place her order, while she glanced down at the datapad in her lap. It was on the recommendation of one of her old professors that she’d come to Bastion, and to Ravelin in particular. Languages and culture had been her area of study while at university, and the two years she’d spent traveling had only honed her skills and broadened her knowledge base even further.
With any luck, Phedre would be able to find a place for herself within the Empire. It had been her goal since her first days at University and her first class in Xenoculture, fond memories cascading across her mind’s eye. She poured herself a cup of tea upon its arrival, and sat back to savor it. Eyes discreetly attentive to those around her, over the rim of her delicate cup.
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