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It was difficult for an artificial environment to equate to a real natural landscape, but the constructions of the Ithorians certainly came close. The Vonnuvi herdship was a welcome departure from typical space travel any time Amani came on board. It had served her as a second home for some time, and now, it bore the fruits of her labor. The Enclave she had created was flourishing; Still small in number, but dedicated and fulfilling. They had forged a strong relationship with their Herdship hosts, and brought significant help to their relief efforts. It was a symbiotic union, one that she hoped to see grow ever more.
Amani was taking a break from her typical visitations for a bit of alone time. The meditation room would probably fulfill that better, but being out in the courtyard, where she could see the sky, smell the greenery, and feel the air, was what she really needed. The Chief Healer sat cross-legged and shut-eyed in a patch of grass. In front of her was a tea set, and behind her, a small fountain was trickling into an artificial pond.
The space in front of her was notably open— A silent invitation for another to join her in mediation, a drink, and perhaps a bit of discourse.