Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Sept 29, 2020 19:28:04 GMT -5
Sara Asimova stood in a simple blue dress, the fabric down to her ankle and hanging on her shoulders. It was long sleeve, anachronistic and fitting for the task she saw herself too. All those years ago when she had come onboard the Caelian she never thought she’d be both saddened to leave it and worried for someone else. The Citadel science division needed her expertise for a while and so she was staying here on board this wondrous station, while her paramour was disembarking on his own temporary duty. A duty that no doubt would place him in harm's way. His people long ago called it to go a viking. Raiding or exploring away from home, while the food was grown for the harvest. Many of them left never to return again. Sara looked out on the Pilgrim. The ship now housed most of her close friends. Anne and her husband embarking on their own perilous mission to cure her mind.
Ragnar approached with Marcus. She looked at him, up at his tall figure, his beard was small and trim returning to his face after months without it. A lost bet he said. His hair was short, truthfully she preferred it this way. “Ragnar, you kept me waiting.”
“Apologies Sara, I was briefing him on what he needs to know about ship and personnel.” Marcus addressed her. His voice was deep and focused.
Ragnar spoke his voice always calm, but with a hint of roguish charm. “He was telling me things, I wasn’t listening. Centurion always worries a bit too much. Now go Centurion I will see you on board.” Marcus nodded to her, then Ragnar, and went on board the ship. Sara retrieved an item she had been carrying in a case. The axe was covered in runic etching and had a hilt of carved wood. She held it for him to take and he did.
“Do not die my love. I am not ready to follow you to Valhalla.” Sara looked at him with her piercing blue eyes staring up to meet his. Ragnar took the axe to his side and then lifted her up to kiss her, she felt the bristle of his beard and the warmth of his lips and he said nothing merely walked to the ship leaving her with that. That was his way. He never said goodbye. Because the conversation was not finished. And he would return.
Ragnar approached with Marcus. She looked at him, up at his tall figure, his beard was small and trim returning to his face after months without it. A lost bet he said. His hair was short, truthfully she preferred it this way. “Ragnar, you kept me waiting.”
“Apologies Sara, I was briefing him on what he needs to know about ship and personnel.” Marcus addressed her. His voice was deep and focused.
Ragnar spoke his voice always calm, but with a hint of roguish charm. “He was telling me things, I wasn’t listening. Centurion always worries a bit too much. Now go Centurion I will see you on board.” Marcus nodded to her, then Ragnar, and went on board the ship. Sara retrieved an item she had been carrying in a case. The axe was covered in runic etching and had a hilt of carved wood. She held it for him to take and he did.
“Do not die my love. I am not ready to follow you to Valhalla.” Sara looked at him with her piercing blue eyes staring up to meet his. Ragnar took the axe to his side and then lifted her up to kiss her, she felt the bristle of his beard and the warmth of his lips and he said nothing merely walked to the ship leaving her with that. That was his way. He never said goodbye. Because the conversation was not finished. And he would return.