Luka leaned forward against the fence on his front porch, listening to the Terran wax nostalgic for his planet. "It sounds like a beautiful place." she remarked, wanting to hear more about the city called Frisco.
She thought about her own home on Vankila; the dim red giant Ibanuba provided little light or warmth to the planet, casting sharp shadows across the snowscape. Nights were beautiful; countless colorful stars dotted the night sky, and soft pinkish light was cast across the land as the white starlight mixed with the red reflected from Vankila's ring. It wasn't a great world; the only plant life consisted of fungi in caves, and it was so brutally cold that few other beings could survive there for even short periods of time... not to mention that it would all be gone in a few hundred years when Ibanuba went supernova. Still, it was where she was born and raised, and every day she was proud of that.