[with both hands occupied, one typing on the MID attached to the other's wrist, Bel's chin is resting on a pillow, the little screen's light illuminating the pocket of air under the blankets. texting in bed isn't a culturally intimate activity for a Betan, but this rambling conversation, outside the restrictive contexts of rank and duty and unspoken truths, feels close and comfortable in ways that were never open to them before. and a personal compliment too, however neutrally the Admi Miles intends it? those are always good for a fond smile.]
Good God, he has a mother at home? Much becomes clear. I suppose high Vor weddings are much more elaborate than just the circle of grain. What else -- no, that's perfect, tell me about it over a drink. Much easier. Just promise to see me home afterwards.~
[what is this 'hillfolk'. they don't have those back on Beta. although there's a reference or two in this book that arrived in Bel's mailbox....]
It's too bad there isn't a way around that. You turned the Ariel back into a proud fighting ship in a matter of days, and the lot of us back into soldiers. I'm doing the best I can, but... this ship needs a Naismith.
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the AdmiMiles intends it? those are always good for a fond smile.]Good God, he has a mother at home? Much becomes clear. I suppose high Vor weddings are much more elaborate than just the circle of grain. What else -- no, that's perfect, tell me about it over a drink. Much easier. Just promise to see me home afterwards.~
[what is this 'hillfolk'. they don't have those back on Beta. although there's a reference or two in this book that arrived in Bel's mailbox....]
It's too bad there isn't a way around that. You turned the Ariel back into a proud fighting ship in a matter of days, and the lot of us back into soldiers. I'm doing the best I can, but... this ship needs a Naismith.