Elemmíre opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the soft light of the room she chosen to fall asleep in, she was warm, comfortable and for the first time in a long time she actually felt safe. She was in a state of suspended animation just content to lie there in the bed waiting for her senses to come alive again. After what could have been minutes or hours she wasn’t sure but finally she felt ready to get up, flinging her legs out of bed she found her shoes and slipped into them. Moving her hands over clothes she made sure her they were neat and not crinkled.

Skipping along she made her way out of the room the ship around her humming almost in pleasure to see it guest up and roaming the halls. Ruffling up her long silver hair so it tumbled neatly down her back Elemmíre she felt so happy and free, emotions so alien to her that she barely recognised them as she twirled down the corridors. At every door she passed Elemmíre poked her head in and most yielded their secrets to her. So many fabulous things she saw, a large swimming pool, a room with humid air and tropical plants, some kind of menagerie and a whole room filled with pipes.

At last her search lead her to a magnificent library that took her breath away, for one the size of it was amazing, a vast cathedral like room house many hundreds of thousands of books, the air itself seemed to vibrate with the store of knowledge held there. Without conscious movement Elemmíre found herself standing in the room, eyes gazing around in wonder. There was so much she could learn here, the vast knowledge of her people had now been mostly eradicated and she was sure there was probably lore and legends about her people. 

Then the tiniest snore brought her spinning round to a large leather winged armchair where he lay, fast asleep. Her face fell into a soft expression; he looked so small and vulnerable at the moment, so unlike the daring hero that had saved her. As if he could feel her amethyst eyes on him, he stirred where he lay and looked up at her. Elemmíre beamed warmly at him, head tilted to the side in greeting.

“Good morning.” She trilled softly. “Or at least I think its morning. You fell asleep here?”