Persephone Dashiell
It's Called Fashion Sweetie
HYPERSPACE
Idly, in the throws of hyperspace, she wondered why she didn't have her own personal vessel.
Persephone didn't fly, she was taking lessons with Makai's mother, but that was besides the point. Zee could fly. Zee took her nearly everywhere she needed to go. Yet it was always a rotating vessel. Never Myra's - apparently there had been an issue with it years ago and she was quite protective - but there were enough ships between the family businesses that she bounced around in.
Today was an Arceneau Trade freighter. Her summer internship with the company was in full swing, but so was a summer project for her educational journey. It had become the bright idea of her parents to combine the two. Persephone would join a crew mapping new hyperlanes and trying to find its collapse. While assisting the crew, she would be bouncing back to Thule and possibly a small planet called Haffrin. Information she had gleaned on Tython indicated a vast wealth of information somewhere in the area.
True? Always difficult to say. The more she dug the more it seemed there was a great deal built on half-truths and riddles. Or hidden deep to where only the most devout or highest up in the religion would be able to access. Which meant a lot of breaking into places she didn't belong in pursuit of the arts and sciences.
They were mere hours away from their first stop. No where near Haffrin, but then again this also was a internship trip.