The small common area of the Wing of the Raven was quiet, which to my senses was nice, but a bit unusual. There was always some sort of quiet, muted noise in the background, whether it was 'Tak' playing her games with or without Arya, the ship itself (a small humming noise I learned came from the hyperdrive and sub-light engines), or Arya, who was constantly about the ship, fixing or tweaking or other such things as I cannot truly understand.
I had acquired a small book of bound flimsiplast and some writing utensils on our last stop, determined to keep a record of our lives for some sort of posterity, whether it was to Lupines, or to the simple Human or other sentient life that veritably filled the galaxy. Having not written anything of this sort before, I resolved to start at the point I had met Arya and her young niece and go from there as often as I could, though to keep myself from searching out too many things to write about, I kept the updates to once a standard week. So, this being the first week, I set up in the common area and began to write.
But upon first starting the record, I found my thoughts straying, and instead slowly wrote each House name upon the sheet, followed by a small drawing of their family crest. Once that was complete, I underlined the two houses that remained to my knowledge, and suddenly felt despondent.
I paused, and let my stylus hover over the flimsi in thought, before setting it gently down on the tabletop and reading what I had written. I did not know how to continue this, as I didn't know what I actually was trying to do. I shook my head to clear it; despondency did not settle on me lightly or comfortably. A noise brought me from my thoughts however, and I glanced up. Tak was standing there in the doorway from the hold (if I remember correctly), looking more than a bit wary of me. Bemused, I matched her gaze, and we stayed that way for a moment or two before I finally spoke.
“Yes?”
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