Hoalina

Preoccupied with the events of the past nine dia, Moriah was oblivious to the scrutiny she was
receiving. She leaned her head wearily against the high back of her seat. Her face and its worried
expression were mirrored in the reflection of the small window. It was too much, happening too fast.
Her mind's energies were in need of rest and quiet. Behind the calm expression she wore, they searched
for a dark place to hide and curl their tendrils out of sight. For the minut space of two minutes, she
closed her eyes and allowed her mind the much need rest.
A sudden change in the shuttle's vibrations alerted her to a change in speed, and her eyes opened.....Tragon
leaned forward and strated to pop the lock on the belting that held her to the seat, but she slapped at his arm.
"Don't," she hissed through clenched teeth.