Preoccupied with the events of the past nine days, 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 minute 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 started to pop the lock on the belting that held her to the seat, but she slapped at his arm.
