Solara walked and walked before she finally settled on a large rock she had seen from a distance, when she made it to that rock she finally rested. She leaned her back against the rock and her head rested on its hard non-altering form. It was nothing like her bed on Thessia which allowed her entire body to sink into the fabric as if laying on ball of soft cotton. She missed her little cloud bed. She opened the bag on her back and reached in it to pull out a single cube and weighed almost nothing. 

It was blue in color, just like the others, but peering deeper into it one could see specs of the rainbow inside. "The one thing I did right" she said as she pulled out a metal canister, which had the words 'Semper Ardens' burned into it, which gurgled and hissed when she opened the cap. She allowed only a single drop of the liquid to drop onto the cube. It had a bright gold color and almost looked to have the consistency of syrup. When the drop touched the cube it boiled and bubbled immediately and a light grey smoke spread into the air which began to smell like cooked food. 

What remained of the cube was a rather inflated piece of orange meat. It was known as Jahja, and many humans who had the balls to taste the meat with an open mind compared it to having a taste similar to pepperoni. Salarians compared it to Jahja, and Asari usually considered it to be disgusting to look at it and never tried it. Solara however had been exposed to it almost immediately after she developed a fine curiosity for everything which led her to try it and several other foods. She took out a spork but the end of it that one held was sharp like that of a knife in order to be the equivalent of three utensils in one, which it was. She cut into the orange meat and began chowing down. 

Small pieces at a time and she ate without opening her mouth fully but ate pieces that could fit between her pouty lips. She ate gracefully to many other species but to the Asari this was considered unacceptable, eating in a filthy inhabitant like this. Luckily though she had grown up on Sur'Kesh and her particular mannerisms were looked at as awfully attractive and led humans to believe in error that she had been raised with class. Truth was, this was the only way she knew how to eat and growing up with a Salarian father who did everything quickly, this was the only thing he slowed down for. So that she could pretend they were a normal family, even when her mother vanished in the midst of night. 

Small tears ran down her green cheeks and dropped onto the delicious meat which made her take and pitch it as far away as she could in apparent anger. Unlike humans, who's tears and sweat tasted salty, Asari tears tasted sweet and their sweat was considered sensual. Solara remembered participating in a study that some Salarians were testing to see if there was an aphrodisiac in the Asari's bodily fluid. She couldn't quite remember the results, nor could she remember if she had been told. Solara curled her body into the fetal position in order to stay warm, and it was because this was how she usually slept at night. She closed her pale green eyes after one last look at the stars, unsure even where she was at in the galaxy. Solara only knew she was lost, and many light-years away from home.