Meri Vale
Character
The galley wasn't silent. Not exactly. The ship always had a voice if you listened for it. A low hum in the deck plates, the faint tick of cooling metal, the distant whirr of something mechanical settling into a steady rhythm. It was calm in a way that let her breathe, which was why Meri had come here instead of staying tucked away somewhere smaller.
She stood at the counter with both hands wrapped around a battered metal mug, the heat seeping into her fingers. Hot chocolate. Real hot chocolate. Thick, a little too sweet, and carefully rationed. It was one of the few personal luxuries she allowed herself, a habit carried forward from childhood that she had never quite been willing to let go of. The scent alone made her shoulders ease, just a fraction, grounding her more effectively than any meditation ever had.
She took a careful sip, eyes half-lidded as if the taste required full attention. It wasn't something she drank quickly. Hot chocolate deserved patience. It was warmth and memory and comfort all at once, and she let herself have that moment without apology.
The galley door hissed open behind her.
Meri paused, not startled so much as gently pulled back into the present. Her grip on the mug tightened for a heartbeat before relaxing again. She turned, curiosity replacing inward focus as she took in the newcomer.
"Oh," she said softly, realizing she'd drifted enough to forget the space was shared. She shifted a half-step aside, instinctively making room. "Sorry."
A small, polite smile followed, tentative but genuine.
"I'll just be a minute," she added, glancing down at the mug as if that explained everything. Steam curled upward between them, the faint scent of chocolate lingering in the air as the ship continued its quiet, steady breathing around them both.
Liin Terallo
She stood at the counter with both hands wrapped around a battered metal mug, the heat seeping into her fingers. Hot chocolate. Real hot chocolate. Thick, a little too sweet, and carefully rationed. It was one of the few personal luxuries she allowed herself, a habit carried forward from childhood that she had never quite been willing to let go of. The scent alone made her shoulders ease, just a fraction, grounding her more effectively than any meditation ever had.
She took a careful sip, eyes half-lidded as if the taste required full attention. It wasn't something she drank quickly. Hot chocolate deserved patience. It was warmth and memory and comfort all at once, and she let herself have that moment without apology.
The galley door hissed open behind her.
Meri paused, not startled so much as gently pulled back into the present. Her grip on the mug tightened for a heartbeat before relaxing again. She turned, curiosity replacing inward focus as she took in the newcomer.
"Oh," she said softly, realizing she'd drifted enough to forget the space was shared. She shifted a half-step aside, instinctively making room. "Sorry."
A small, polite smile followed, tentative but genuine.
"I'll just be a minute," she added, glancing down at the mug as if that explained everything. Steam curled upward between them, the faint scent of chocolate lingering in the air as the ship continued its quiet, steady breathing around them both.