[Fred laughed a little.] I certainly can't fault your self-preservation instincts. You proved those were in perfect working order on that golf course. [She took a deep breath, let it out in a sigh.] No, I am sure you can take care of yourself, Gene.
[She grinned again at his guess about Genius.] Yes, there was. I thought he was going to start taking blood samples for a moment or two, which would not have been nearly as amusing.
[Fred's smile softened a little, into something that could perhaps be described as 'nostalgic.' Everyone she had told about her planet had asked what it was like--Roswell, Rabbit, and now Gene.] Yes, I was fortunate enough to have seen it in my first birth dream.
[She paused for a moment. Talking about it always made her a little sad, in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on... it wasn't quite homesickness. Was it?] The sky is burnt orange in color, and the clouds are golden. The grass is a deep red, almost the color of blood. In my dream I was running across a plain of red grass toward a stand of trees with silver leaves. Kaden-wood trees; they make a beautiful music when the wind blows through their branches. There are two suns... [Her voice trailed off and she blinked a few times before coughing lightly and actually looking at Gene again.] I don't remember much more about it, I'm afraid.
Re: QUICKLOG--We didn't log the reaction, so I'll just make some stuff up, doo doo doo~
[She grinned again at his guess about Genius.] Yes, there was. I thought he was going to start taking blood samples for a moment or two, which would not have been nearly as amusing.
[Fred's smile softened a little, into something that could perhaps be described as 'nostalgic.' Everyone she had told about her planet had asked what it was like--Roswell, Rabbit, and now Gene.] Yes, I was fortunate enough to have seen it in my first birth dream.
[She paused for a moment. Talking about it always made her a little sad, in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on... it wasn't quite homesickness. Was it?] The sky is burnt orange in color, and the clouds are golden. The grass is a deep red, almost the color of blood. In my dream I was running across a plain of red grass toward a stand of trees with silver leaves. Kaden-wood trees; they make a beautiful music when the wind blows through their branches. There are two suns... [Her voice trailed off and she blinked a few times before coughing lightly and actually looking at Gene again.] I don't remember much more about it, I'm afraid.