THE STARS FEEL, and always have felt, oddly intoxicating. the nothingness so many were once driven mad by. it’s far from confusing: how the seemingly endless emptiness engulfing what light is present could be too much for some brains to deal with. she’s observed it in many of the cadets, those new to travelling, the call still ringing in their ears from back home. perhaps she’s lucky to not have that problem, a child of two worlds, an orphan to two lives. earth is no longer an option, with the constant threat of being watched, of never being allowed to rest. her human adoptive parents raising her only as human proving during her time studying on vulcan that it’d never be home.
so the stars it is, head tilting, unblinkling watch through the glass as she allows herself the rare indulgence of tucking dark curls behind obviously non-human ears, giving no clue of her awareness she’s not alone until she speaks. ❝ I’m off duty and couldn’t sleep, ❞ maeve remarks instead of a greeting, the geneticist’s bright eyes finally moving to the other. ❝ perhaps you can help me out. the constellation. I can’t decide if it looks more like a rabbit or two tangled snakes. ❞
