Let us wander from the crowded city and look upon the sea while the noon yet laughs along it’s billows
“Ooh, that’s poetry,” Gato smiled at the slighter Galra. “You’re saying something. These evening galas can be… stuffy, right? They’re fun, but a breather will do good.” He took her hand and discreetly tugged her to the side, making sure no one was watching them.
Planet Thrullos was as nice as it got; a tropical paradise with vast sandy beaches, carefully maintained rainforests and meticulously purified seas. A little too hot for Gato’s liking, but this was a party thrown together by his commander’s overeager parents, and poor Kortho needed support from his soldiers more than connections all over the Empire.
Gato did feel a little guilty leaving the man to fend for himself. Hopefully others would butt in before Kortho could be introduced to Quartermaster Janka. The latter was probably only here for the food. It was undoubtedly excellent. Kortho’s family was filthy rich.
The stairs led down and out of the lavish manor. The garden surrounding it was cleverly lit by fluorescent paths and cold torches; and it stretched out to a private part of the beach. Gato had the suspicion that they might wander into couples there, but he also suspected he’ll be able to handle the situation, if it came to that.
“We can indeed look upon the sea, if you’d like to, albeit instead of noon, it’s moon- Moons.” Thrullos had two of them.
